Kate Gregson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vanillajello) wrote2010-11-27 12:31 pm
vanillajello) wrote2010-11-27 12:31 pm
A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Saturday Morning
Kate was still in Bristol. Still dealing. She thought she was doing okay, actually. She hadn't forgotten about Wednesday because that was impossible and she had the nightmares to prove it, but... At least some things seemed to be kinda righting themselves now. At least Mitchell was talking to her again. She'd missed that more than she would have cared to admit.
And she'd gotten to go shopping for clothes since she hadn't exactly packed for staying this long. That had been fun, because even after all the trauma lately she was still a slightly shallow girl of seventeen.
She wasn't doing anything quite that productive right now, though. Nope, she had coffee, and was hogging the couch in front of the TV. There was some random show on, where a really tall, really gay Chinese guy was helping a middleaged former biker chick pick out an outfit for the Queen's garden party.
It was random and very British, in Kate's opinion, but she wasn't really watching too intently. It wasn't catching her attention quite like that one show had the other night, the one where the geeky guy suddenly turned out to be smoking hot. Kate thought she'd have to catch up on that once she got back to her computer and could download stuff.
But right now it was just this.
[ooc: NFB, open for phonecalls and messages and people in Bristol! Now I want to watch something with Gok Wan in it too. ...Or that other show mentioned there, mmmm.]
And she'd gotten to go shopping for clothes since she hadn't exactly packed for staying this long. That had been fun, because even after all the trauma lately she was still a slightly shallow girl of seventeen.
She wasn't doing anything quite that productive right now, though. Nope, she had coffee, and was hogging the couch in front of the TV. There was some random show on, where a really tall, really gay Chinese guy was helping a middleaged former biker chick pick out an outfit for the Queen's garden party.
It was random and very British, in Kate's opinion, but she wasn't really watching too intently. It wasn't catching her attention quite like that one show had the other night, the one where the geeky guy suddenly turned out to be smoking hot. Kate thought she'd have to catch up on that once she got back to her computer and could download stuff.
But right now it was just this.
[ooc: NFB, open for phonecalls and messages and people in Bristol! Now I want to watch something with Gok Wan in it too. ...Or that other show mentioned there, mmmm.]
no subject
There was a long pause as he stretched his legs out, considering if he had anything more to say. "I suppose I could let you go if things are all quiet there..."
no subject
That had to be said, lest he think she didn't realize he was checking up on them.
no subject
no subject