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Chill in the Air

Who:  Catherine OT Anyone
Where:  The Bronze
When:  Tuesday Evening

After her classes and training, Catherine just wanted to unwind. Tonight, she didn't have to share a patrol with anyone and, since Anna and the other girls more than likely had it covered, she decided that tonight would be a good night to visit the Bronze. She felt like she had been living like a monk lately, at least figuratively, and she wanted to get away from that a little. Maybe she could even convince Jason to give her a day off once in a while. She was only about a year or so away from being too old to be called as a Slayer and, with college on the horizon, she needed to look toward doing other things.

Of course, she might get called upon and become totally screwed in a future. As much as she didn't want to think like that, she prayed that she would never be called upon. She did her best to be a good potential and trained hard just in case, but she didn't want to be a Slayer. It wasn't a nice way to think of it, but being called upon as a Slayer meant getting an early death sentence, and she knew that she wasn't the only girl who thought that way. They just needed to keep Anna alive for at least another year (although she hoped that Anna personally lived to old age), and then she could be free.

She grabbed herself a seat at the bar and, after ordering herself a drink, she scanned the room to see if there was anyone in tonight that she knew. She didn't know what Jonathan or any of her friends were up to tonight, so any one of them could be in here tonight.


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Oct. 21st, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
"I gotta say... nothing makes me more sad than seeing a pretty young thing looking worried and lonely."

Ben had been making the rounds around the club, and as usual flirting with anything that could be classified as female. Now that he was sure Perdy knew that it was just how he was, and that it was all in fun, he felt more comfortable just being himself. Besides... to him, it really WAS nothing more than harmless fun and conversation.

"Tell you what... your next drink is on the house, anything you want. Well... anything without alcohol. I'd wager you're a little young for liquor."
Oct. 21st, 2008 08:30 pm (UTC)
Catherine looked back toward Ben and smiled. She had been here enough to at least recognize one of the three owners of the Bronze. "Just life worries," she said, Russian accent coming out thickly. "I'm only a little young in this country, but I'll abide. I'm just having a coke."
Oct. 22nd, 2008 02:46 am (UTC)
"Life worries, hm?" She seemed far too young to have worries that could be too bad... "Talk to me. As a club owner and part-time bartender, I'm qualified to listen to your problems, say 'hmmm', and give rather sage advice."
Oct. 23rd, 2008 04:16 pm (UTC)
He gives advice about seasonings? Catherine thought to herself, but didn't say that out loud. Obviously, she was having another English problem. "Well, I guess some of my problems sound silly. I have a lot to do. School, making time for family and friends, trying to get into college...after school job." Being a potential was kind of like a job, right?
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