Who: Loren Tate & Charlie Bradbury What: First meeting; small talk When: Today Where: Prison Cafeteria
Loren was at the end of another lunch shift, washing her hands clean in the back sink used for dishes as the kitchen settled down. Quiet slowly taking the place of clattering trays and cups and chatter as everyone dispersed. Half of them most likely done for the day while the others took their lunch break before they had to come back and help prep for dinner. Double shifts were a common thing in the kitchen, people working two meals a day, though they tried to be fair about it. Especially with everything that had been going on at the prison this month; ghosts and then Jessica’s passing.
While she hadn’t known the vampire well at all Loren knew enough about loss to feel the extra weight it added to the air. The memorial helped, cooking and singing and trying to do something for those that had loved Jessica. But one night’s work didn’t patch up the hole she’d left behind and now... Now there was something else to be afraid from what she’d read earlier on the network. A monster called Glory that wanted to drag them all to hell.
Loren didn’t realize her hands were shaking until she reached up to turn the water off. Normally agile fingers now clumsy as all these terrible, horrible thoughts tried to swell up within her. But she couldn’t give them an inch, not if she wanted to keep standing, moving, except she didn’t seem to be doing such a great job of it at the moment as she turned. Hitting the bar of soap she’d used with the side of her hand and dropping it on the floor which stopped her in her tracks before she let out a helpless laugh. Had she really just dropped the soap in a prison?
The irony snapping her out of her dark thoughts for the moment she crouched down, moving to pick it up when she footsteps made her turn. Surprised to realize that she wasn't alone as a tall redhead came into view. Someone she’d seen around, but hadn’t properly met yet which was admittedly a long list for Loren.
“Hello,” Loren started awkwardly as she stood up, soap in hand. Not sure what to do exactly which was why she couldn’t help but internally cringe at what came out of her mouth next. “Uh, did you need soap?”