Post by Tori Jeizel on Aug 28, 2010 22:56:56 GMT -6
“Where yah goin’? You said you were going to make dinner tonight,” said Scott the younger shifter male following Tori to the door to the basement, as the human female rested her fingers on the latch. She sighed, folding a loose bang behind her ear. The young woman looked drained, but her fingers still hungrily clutched the door cracking it open, one foot going over the next.
“Cooking for a vegetarian is a pain in the ass. I’m going out for a burger and a beer,” she uttered voice lacking patience. She had been working long hours at the hospital and on top of that taking care of Felix until he had left in the morning. “It’s a grown-ups night out, I really need it, Scott. There’s some frozen dinners in the freezer, just be careful not to knock over the vials, they’re brittle when they’re cold,” she explained, shutting the door and leaving the shifter to his devices.
Tori stepped out into the pleasantly balmy summer night. It was dark out, because the moons were in the new phase. But the darkness was comforting, soothing. Her stride was long, unobtrusive to any heavy utility belts that SEG members had to lug around, or tip toe carefully through a crowded health ward. She walked confidently in the dimly lit streets; shoulders pulled back, eyes trained forward. She was feeling pretty damn smug that the SEG hadn’t managed to sniff her out and was growing used to the comfort. She had dealt with far uglier things then what lay in the dark.
The click of the woman’s boots changed pitch as she stepped onto the wooden floor boards of the Lonely Fox. With a sweaty and half dislodged pony tail that couldn’t be bothered to fiddle with and finely toned arms she fit into the crowd of motleys that hunkered at the bar like thirsty vultures. She parked herself along the line of what was mostly men, gaze focused on the bartender and what he was serving. “The usual,” she said leaning her elbows on the counter, cheeks in her hands. The bartender snorted.
“You’re lucky I have a good memory. Haven’t seen you around a while,” he said shortly sliding a glass towards the female foaming at the brim with a mind numbing brown liquid.
“Busy, finally had the guts to leave the kiddies at home,” she replied taking a swig. The bartender and Tori had a quiet sort of friendship, he having known about the underground zoo thing. They often kibitzed about it, and Tori felt secure about sharing it with Ted. He was just some guy who pulled levers, didn’t have a reason to open his mouth.
“Being the only mad-scientist around here can be pretty tiring eh?”
“I’m a children’s hospital nurse remember?” she said with a smirk, voice lowering. A plate was set in front of her loaded with a burger and a pickle.
“Cig’?” Tori looked at the glowing stick that hung loosely from Ted’s lips. She wove a hand in dismissal. Being stressed was different from keeping her body in optimum shape. The burger doesn’t count if you’ve been eating salad and frozen vegetables every night for a month.
The bartender had eventually meandered off to the other side of the bar, entertaining some of the other regulars. The bar was crowded tonight, loud and smoky. She left Ted a tip and her empty plate, and stepped outside on the small patio and sat down in one of the couplet tables, placing her boots up on the surface top head tilted back at the sky.
“Cooking for a vegetarian is a pain in the ass. I’m going out for a burger and a beer,” she uttered voice lacking patience. She had been working long hours at the hospital and on top of that taking care of Felix until he had left in the morning. “It’s a grown-ups night out, I really need it, Scott. There’s some frozen dinners in the freezer, just be careful not to knock over the vials, they’re brittle when they’re cold,” she explained, shutting the door and leaving the shifter to his devices.
Tori stepped out into the pleasantly balmy summer night. It was dark out, because the moons were in the new phase. But the darkness was comforting, soothing. Her stride was long, unobtrusive to any heavy utility belts that SEG members had to lug around, or tip toe carefully through a crowded health ward. She walked confidently in the dimly lit streets; shoulders pulled back, eyes trained forward. She was feeling pretty damn smug that the SEG hadn’t managed to sniff her out and was growing used to the comfort. She had dealt with far uglier things then what lay in the dark.
The click of the woman’s boots changed pitch as she stepped onto the wooden floor boards of the Lonely Fox. With a sweaty and half dislodged pony tail that couldn’t be bothered to fiddle with and finely toned arms she fit into the crowd of motleys that hunkered at the bar like thirsty vultures. She parked herself along the line of what was mostly men, gaze focused on the bartender and what he was serving. “The usual,” she said leaning her elbows on the counter, cheeks in her hands. The bartender snorted.
“You’re lucky I have a good memory. Haven’t seen you around a while,” he said shortly sliding a glass towards the female foaming at the brim with a mind numbing brown liquid.
“Busy, finally had the guts to leave the kiddies at home,” she replied taking a swig. The bartender and Tori had a quiet sort of friendship, he having known about the underground zoo thing. They often kibitzed about it, and Tori felt secure about sharing it with Ted. He was just some guy who pulled levers, didn’t have a reason to open his mouth.
“Being the only mad-scientist around here can be pretty tiring eh?”
“I’m a children’s hospital nurse remember?” she said with a smirk, voice lowering. A plate was set in front of her loaded with a burger and a pickle.
“Cig’?” Tori looked at the glowing stick that hung loosely from Ted’s lips. She wove a hand in dismissal. Being stressed was different from keeping her body in optimum shape. The burger doesn’t count if you’ve been eating salad and frozen vegetables every night for a month.
The bartender had eventually meandered off to the other side of the bar, entertaining some of the other regulars. The bar was crowded tonight, loud and smoky. She left Ted a tip and her empty plate, and stepped outside on the small patio and sat down in one of the couplet tables, placing her boots up on the surface top head tilted back at the sky.