Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2022 12:19:42 GMT -5
Temperance rarely found herself meandering into one of the local pubs. It wasn't the kind of place she would be, and especially not mid-day when she should be working. But she hadn't seen one of her customers for some time, a man she knew very well and worried over often. A friend of a friend had told her she might find him here so the pub was, so far, her best lead.
She pushed through the door in her simple, green dress. Her hair was down as usual, though a bit messy, and her hands were immediately on glued firmly to her hips. Half a scowl took hold of her features as her dark eyes scanned the people sitting at the bar. There weren't many in the place, most people were out working at noon time, but she recognized the man she was looking for as soon as her eyes crossed his back. "Gael Monroe!" She called to him, walking over to the bar. A man he was drinking with turned and whistled, shaking his head at the sight of the angry woman.
"You gotta angry broad callin' ya, Gael," he said, quickly standing up and walking away. The man, much taller than her, sighed and rolled his eyes along with his head as he turned to face her.
"What're you doin' here, Temperance?" Gael said, clearly already exasperated by the visit.
"You were supposed to come by for your potion two days ago! I was worried sick. Are you drunk? It's noon! You should be at work!"
"Look, I'm just on a break. I actually got a promotion, and things have been goin' well," he said, a bit of an apology in his voice. He turned and tossed some coins on the bar, and downed the remainder of his drink. But Temperance could see the glossiness of his eyes. "Just been busy is all, but I'll come by tomorrow and get my stuff. You ain't got no reason to worry 'bout me anyhow."
Her arms moved from her hips, crossing her chest instead. "How dare you say that to me. Of course I would worry." He stood up from the bar stool and held his hands out, palms up.
"Alright, alright, I'll explain it all tomorrow, but I gotta get back to it. You ain't gonna follow me back to work, are ya?" He pushed past her, a little roughly than he might should have, grumbling as he walked out the door. The line of Temperance's lips tightened, but she rubbed her face and took his place at the bar.
"Could I get a glass of water, please?" She asked the tender, and he nodded, giving it to her. "Ugh, why do I bother?" She groaned, taking a drink of it.
She pushed through the door in her simple, green dress. Her hair was down as usual, though a bit messy, and her hands were immediately on glued firmly to her hips. Half a scowl took hold of her features as her dark eyes scanned the people sitting at the bar. There weren't many in the place, most people were out working at noon time, but she recognized the man she was looking for as soon as her eyes crossed his back. "Gael Monroe!" She called to him, walking over to the bar. A man he was drinking with turned and whistled, shaking his head at the sight of the angry woman.
"You gotta angry broad callin' ya, Gael," he said, quickly standing up and walking away. The man, much taller than her, sighed and rolled his eyes along with his head as he turned to face her.
"What're you doin' here, Temperance?" Gael said, clearly already exasperated by the visit.
"You were supposed to come by for your potion two days ago! I was worried sick. Are you drunk? It's noon! You should be at work!"
"Look, I'm just on a break. I actually got a promotion, and things have been goin' well," he said, a bit of an apology in his voice. He turned and tossed some coins on the bar, and downed the remainder of his drink. But Temperance could see the glossiness of his eyes. "Just been busy is all, but I'll come by tomorrow and get my stuff. You ain't got no reason to worry 'bout me anyhow."
Her arms moved from her hips, crossing her chest instead. "How dare you say that to me. Of course I would worry." He stood up from the bar stool and held his hands out, palms up.
"Alright, alright, I'll explain it all tomorrow, but I gotta get back to it. You ain't gonna follow me back to work, are ya?" He pushed past her, a little roughly than he might should have, grumbling as he walked out the door. The line of Temperance's lips tightened, but she rubbed her face and took his place at the bar.
"Could I get a glass of water, please?" She asked the tender, and he nodded, giving it to her. "Ugh, why do I bother?" She groaned, taking a drink of it.