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Ha-Ha-Halloween Night 
31st-Oct-2007 12:12 am
not quite right
Gail is spending Halloween evening drunk off of other people's emotions. Well, sips of the chilled cider she keeps behind her guitar case doesn't hurt either.

Sitting on a bus stop bench in a residential neighborhood she is playing scary songs and basking in the excitement of the Trick-or-Treaters passing by. She doesn't have a costume herself besides the cheap nylon witch hat she found blowing down the street a few hours earlier. **But then again, aren't I always wearing my costume? This is fun; maybe I'll stop by Tom's Roadhouse on the way home for a few drinks. With luck I may find a suitable man to go bump in the night with.** She smiles at the thought. For the last few months her mind has been too preoccupied for such luxuries as idle lust. **But I don't want to grow cobwebs like the Professor, do I?** This train of thought bumps to a halt as she stops to compliment a child's costume and offer her a Snickers bar.
20th-Nov-2007 02:40 pm (UTC)
I've been traveling non-stop for the last year, Shoulders. No time for romance. I've been working on learning self-defense and keeping myself in shape. Hell, this last month in Miles Cross is the first month I've spent in one town since I got back." She starts noodling around on her guitar again. "I might not know much Glen Miller, but do you have any requests?
20th-Nov-2007 06:31 pm (UTC)
John stares at his hand, still wondering at the sensation. Shortly, he answers her question. "Yeah, I gotta request. Do you wanna go grab a cup of coffee... or something?"
20th-Nov-2007 10:26 pm (UTC)
She turns and gives him a big smile. "Sure, I'd like that." She begins to put her stuff away. "Do you have a place in mind."
21st-Nov-2007 06:52 am (UTC)
The look of somber depression seems to lift a bit from the soldier's leaden features. **What's the old saying? 'Three things cause sorrow to flee: water, green trees and a beautiful face.'**

John stands and offers her a hand. "Nope. 'Fraid I can't offer to take you back to my place either. The shelter kinda frowns on that, I think. What's open this late?" He smiles broadly. "I can even pay. The shelter actually gave me ten dollars! I don't know how they can afford to just give out that much money!"
21st-Nov-2007 01:16 pm (UTC)
Her smile wavers a little. **I'd better hold off for now on the inflation talk.**

"Okay, how about Moonshadows. It's a few blocks down the road." After hefting her guitar case over her shoulder she offers her arm."Thanks for giving a girl with no Halloween plans some company."
25th-Nov-2007 02:42 pm (UTC)
John's smile becomes something a little more shy. He takes the offered arm as they head down the street. He watches the children darting past them and around them, all in costumes and masks.

"Now what's that you were saying before about music?"
2nd-Dec-2007 04:44 am (UTC)
She gladly walks with him in the general direction of the coffee shop, in no hurry.

"Well, it all started with rhythm and blues music soon after you were taken..."
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