Boston Mariott, Thursday Night
Feb. 16th, 2017 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spin_kick_snapKathy...Kathy wasn't doing so well. She had a whole slew of reasons why she wasn't doing well, from her realization she remembered everything about being dead, to finding out Raven had killed her family, to her run-in with Ezra at the Coterie-run bar when she'd just wanted to drown her sorrows the old-fashioned way, it had been one thing after another after a-fucking-nother.
Which was why the phone call at ten pm found her putting the last touches on her makeup and hair for an evening out on the town. Her outfit left very little to the imagination and even less as protection to the elements, but she didn't care. Hell, that was the whole point. This was the third night she was in Boston and the third night of making questionable choices in the pursuit of getting her brain to shut down so she wouldn't have to think about any of the things she didn't want to think about. Sure, it was a weeknight in the dead of winter, but Boston was a college town. There were always people willing to party.
Though that didn't explain how Eliot knew what was going on. She listened to his message with a frown and immediately called him back. The only person who knew she was here was Ezra, so who'd gone to Eliot, carrying tales?
[Eliot's thread is chronologically first, but open to phone calls or that guy in Boston if he'd like! NFB for off-island shenanigans. Content warning for alcohol as a coping mechanism in the comments.]
Which was why the phone call at ten pm found her putting the last touches on her makeup and hair for an evening out on the town. Her outfit left very little to the imagination and even less as protection to the elements, but she didn't care. Hell, that was the whole point. This was the third night she was in Boston and the third night of making questionable choices in the pursuit of getting her brain to shut down so she wouldn't have to think about any of the things she didn't want to think about. Sure, it was a weeknight in the dead of winter, but Boston was a college town. There were always people willing to party.
Though that didn't explain how Eliot knew what was going on. She listened to his message with a frown and immediately called him back. The only person who knew she was here was Ezra, so who'd gone to Eliot, carrying tales?
[Eliot's thread is chronologically first, but open to phone calls or that guy in Boston if he'd like! NFB for off-island shenanigans. Content warning for alcohol as a coping mechanism in the comments.]
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Date: 2017-02-19 07:15 pm (UTC)"I--soon," she promised. "A few more days?" At least until she felt a little less raw inside. "And I'll call if it ever seems like something hinky's about to go down and I think I'm in danger."
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Date: 2017-02-19 07:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-02-19 07:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-02-19 07:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-02-19 08:08 pm (UTC)Because no force in the world could stop him from worry at least a little bit, she knew.
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Date: 2017-02-19 08:12 pm (UTC)"I promise. Hardison and Parker are pretty good at that sorta thing."
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Date: 2017-02-19 08:28 pm (UTC)dadmentor about his sex life!(no subject)
Date: 2017-02-19 08:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-02-19 08:54 pm (UTC)And she'd start making plans to head back...in a few more days.