[ On the other hand, she becomes concerned when she doesn't hear back quickly -- she has come to think of it as the exact equivalent of texting, and everyone knows that the list of good reasons to not answer promptly is short. Sleep, work, emergency, mind games. End of list. So she's not surprised when a response begins to curl across the glass of the window while she collects various dishes that people may or may not actually be done with.
It's only once she reads it that she stops, stands in place and whispers to herself, what the fuck. The writing fades and her brow knits, her reflection staring back at her in the glass.
After that beat, she moves quickly. Grabbing a broom, she starts literally shooing the stranglers upstairs to their rooms, blows out lanterns. ] Go the hell to bed, you're drunk anyway. Do not -- ugh, there you go.
[ She grabs her coat from the stand in the corner, snuffs out the last flame besides the smoldering fireplace. ]
The Hare & Harrow, east side of town. Where are you? I can come get you.
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It's only once she reads it that she stops, stands in place and whispers to herself, what the fuck. The writing fades and her brow knits, her reflection staring back at her in the glass.
After that beat, she moves quickly. Grabbing a broom, she starts literally shooing the stranglers upstairs to their rooms, blows out lanterns. ] Go the hell to bed, you're drunk anyway. Do not -- ugh, there you go.
[ She grabs her coat from the stand in the corner, snuffs out the last flame besides the smoldering fireplace. ]
The Hare & Harrow, east side of town. Where are you? I can come get you.