owen flynn (takingaim) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-10-28 10:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 055, cecilia, owen |
Who: Owen and Cecilia
When: Evening
Where: Town (Pavos)
Owen changed his mind about a half a dozen times throughout the day regarding his plans for the evening. At times he felt pretty confident. Other times, he could feel doubt creep in. It was like there were two versions of himself, each of them trying to show him reason, and the potential consequences of his actions, or inaction. Eventually, though, while he sat in his room with Lucia's giraffe in his hands, Owen had a moment of clarity that this was something he needed to do, even if it blew up in his face.
So, Owen got dressed in jeans and a button down, trimmed his ever growing beard, and left the house shortly before five o'clock, after making sure there was a few volunteers to keep an eye on Simms. The camera feed into the security floor from his computer was convenient as hell, but Owen wasn't comfortable having people in his room to watch it.
He walked down into town, his mind racing. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this nervous. Years and years ago, long before Sasha. With his wife, when they had met, Owen had been a cocky motherfucker. Confident. Losing everything he loved within years of their marriage had done a number on him, and he knew it. But fuck it, what did he have to lose now. Okay, probably a lot, but he could deal if he had to.
When he got to Pavos, he let himself in, turned on a few of the lights and walked back into the kitchen. Some of the appliances were gone, having been taken back up to the house, but that was okay. He had plenty to work with.
As the clock neared six o'clock, Owen set one of the tables near the middle of the restaurant. After a bit of searching in the back, he found some small votive candles in the supply room and a small lighter. He lit the candle and set it on the table, feeling a little foolish, but not wanting to half-ass anything. With the food done, Owen kept the stove and oven on warm and then knocked back a shot from the whiskey bottle he'd opened a few moments before. It would help. O
Owen left the restaurant to walk back to the town sign to meet Cecilia. He felt silly with every step, but he supposed feeling silly was better than the nerves overtaking him again. If anything else, at least they could have a nice, quiet meal away from the house and the insanity and headache that came with it.