[D6][GoT] Antidote for the emptiness of existence

[Diane Ames]

Time: Day Six, evening
Weather: Raining and fog-tastic
Warnings: Now that she’s home, Diane’s going out on the town. Such as it is.
Characters: Diane Ames, Emily Wyatt, Gina the Rose


It wasn’t so much that she HAD to make an entrance, but the inhabitants of Greenvale had such a set way of thinking of her that it seemed wrong to disappoint them. It was rather amusing. And Diane had long ago learned to take her amusements as she found them.

She sauntered into Galaxy of Terror as though she owned it, pausing just inside the door to flick a few wet strands of hair behind her ear and take stock of the night’s crowd. It was far emptier than usual, which was to be expected with the rainstorm. Mores the pity. Letting a little rain and an old story stop them from enjoying themselves. Diane wasn’t one to let anything stop her. Especially weather. Which was what brought her here. She was in the mood to enjoy herself this evening.

Thomas wasn’t bartending tonight, but Hank was, and he was almost as skilled when it came to mixing drinks as Thomas himself. He knew what she liked, and that was an admirable trait in a bartender. And a lover, but that was neither here nor there. He caught her eye as she made her way towards the bar, and had her drink ready for her before she had even said a word. Her favourite, Miss Stiletto Heels (it was only appropriate, after all). Smiling, Diane curled a hand around the glass and took a sip. Just right. Her smile deepened, and she nodded her thanks before choosing a stool at the bar near the stage.



It was good to be home.

[Emily Wyatt]

To say Emily had a bad day is a gross understatement. This morning's surprised proved she is in the cross-hairs of a deranged serial killer. Why else would they leave a corpse in her backyard? To make matters worse she failed serving and protecting the citizens of Greenvale by letting poor Paige out of her grasp to get traumatized by the sight. No wonder George demoted- no forced her- to take "leave" so she can't even help catch the sick bastard. She felt another wave of nausea at the thought.

Truthfully Emily wasn't even sure why she was here hiding in the back corner of the Galaxy of Terror. This was George's favorite watering hole after all. She shouldn't be here especially since she really wasn't keen on having him shoot her fierce glare all night for being a total fuck up.

Well if he does he'll just have to deal with it, she deserves a a couple hard stiff drinks after her day today and the bar at the Great Deer Yard hotel, where she was currently staying, was closed. Besides she wasn't keen on driving all the way out to SWERY65 in this rain just to avoid her bastard of a boss...

But if she wanted to be honest she was scared plain and simple. The hotel was too quiet and as much as she hated to admit it, it gave her some comfort that the killer wouldn't be stupid enough to come into the known favorite hangout of the big scary Greenvale Sheriff.

At least she didn't have to deal with pitying looks from Thomas tonight. He probably has his hands full with paperwork from this morning. Hank took one look at her and didn't ask any questions, she has a feeling word has spread of her troubles and he kept the alcohol coming.

Emily's eyes rose to the jingle of the front door her stomach clenched in fear of locking eyes with her boss. Luckily it turned out to just be the stylish Diane Ames who took a seat at the bar.

Emily downed the rest of her glass and hoped she could catch Hank's eye about a refill without having to go up to the bar...she was not looking forward to making conversation with the pretty gallery owner.

Diane just rubbed her the wrong way, it was the way she seemed to always look down on everyone. For some reason she always got her critical eye and Emily certainly didn't need her condescension tonight!

But there was a positive to Diane showing up, people would be less likely to pay attention to her while Diane was in the room. Diane was usually the center of attention where ever she went and Emily hoped tonight would be no different and allow her to drink in peace.

Now if only Hank would look her way...