Anticipation [RP thread for fey_fire]

[sandandwater]

It’s half past eight and Pippa’s going through the motions of opening Last Call for business. It’s a routine she can perform mostly by rote: sweep the floors, take the chairs down from the tables, wipe off the bar and the table tops, deal with petty cash for the register…let the band in the back door when they arrive. The band. Breaker Street. Rory.

Ro

.

She closes her eyes and forces herself to take a deep, calming breath. Normally, she loves Wednesdays. Loves being the only one here as they set up the stage with their instruments, tune up. She usually helps Morrie run the sound check. Chats with the band and gazes longingly at Ro whenever he’s not looking at her. But tonight—

The red haired woman has a feeling that tonight’s going to be

much

different. She hasn’t seen Ro since their phone call revelations and she’s counting on (hoping, really) him keeping his word about kissing her. She’s even gone so far as to dress a bit nicer this evening. A simple baby doll smock with capped sleeves and jeans. Her usual funky collection of jewelry. Heeled shoes that give her considerably more height, taking into account Rory’s tall, lanky frame.

She hears the solid cadence against the metal fire exit doors. That’d be Kreske, the drummer tatting out some ridiculous rhythm instead of just knocking.

Here goes nothing

…Pippa smooths a hand over her riot of curls and hurries across the bar to let them in. She tucks her blistered and bandaged hand behind her back as she uses her free arm to brace the door open. “Hey, guys…”

Comments

[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

"Well, I do appreciate honesty but--" She's still trying to humor him, at least until he blinks and Pippa finds herself looking up into impossibly big, brown eyes. Of course his eyes themselves aren't any larger, it's just that the irises...Pippa's not thinking of that, she's falling backwards to land flat on her ass out of total shock.

"Oh, my God!" And there's the yelp and hand flying up to cover her mouth. Her reaction also sets off the dog, Mr. Beaker letting out a series of sharp barks as he jumps around his owner.

Ignoring the dog's barks, Pippa pulls Mr. Beaker to her chest, hugging the little animal protectively (or maybe using him as a shield) as she continues to gape at Rory. She stares eyes wide, her mouth forming a perfect little 'o' and she's trying not to tremble. If she could actually get her mind to focus on anything other than the fact that there is a very not normal man in her apartment, odds are Pippa would be scrambling back and away from him again.

As it is, she's just going to sit there and be stunned. A lot.