I'm not a hardship. I'm awesome.

Yup, time was still playing tricks. Not that Kate had noticed yet, but it had been two days in Fandom while it had been just the one for her. Meaning, she was only getting home just now. Well, not home. Metcalf Bar & Grill, actually. The setting for her dad's birthday party. It was already evening by the time Kate and Evan got there. It had been a long ride. Fun, too, though. Evan was good company. Easy to talk to, not that they'd talked about anything of much worth. She was saving that for other people.

Once they pulled up to the bar, she picked up her various candy wrappers and empty cups from his car, her travel carnage. He called her a slob and they both laughed. "This was ridiculously fun," she said, which gained a nod from him. "Thank you for the ride, and thank you for stopping every 30 minutes for my microbladder." Evan smiled at her. "Yeah, of course, yeah, anytime. Thanks for the company. And I'll see you in two weeks. Eight AM to Springfield."

"Bright and early," Kate agreed, moving to get out of the car, wrangling her bag to follow along with her. Evan checked if she needed help but she was fine without any. "Okay, bye." With a little wave, she made her way to the bar. Inside, she ditched her bag by the door. The party was in full swing, with lots and lots of people and colored lights and her dad on the stage up front, with his guitar (Chastity Stargazer, it was called) and his band. And was he –– he was totally rocking some guyliner! Kate waved at him, excitedly.

"Katie-Kate, you made it!" he called back to her. Her mother was equally welcoming, giving her a big hug as soon as they came across one another. Charmaine did the same. Marshall and his boyfriend thing were all smiles too, when Kate ended up next to them.

"Hey, thanks for coming down, everybody," her dad called from the stage. "It's good to be back on stage with the Beaverlamp boys! I want to dedicate this first song to my beautiful and amazing wife, Tara."

It looked like it was actually going to be a good night.

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Still taken from USoT S03E07. This was totes supposed to happen yesterday, but a major headache prevented my brain from functioning adequately.]

Far, far from any creepy dolls of any kind, Kate Gregson was somewhere in the air space between Tulsa and Kansas City, prepping the snack trolley for a trip down the aisle. She was glad to be there, too, since her Granma Bev was visiting Char and... Well, she didn't think it was going to be pretty because Craine women weren't the greatest with their mothers.

So, snacks were her friend right now, and she was just about to start pulling the trolley into motion when she caught movement behind her, and turned around. It was that guy Evan, the frequent commuter, and her SkyKans smile turned a little more genuine. "Oh, hi!"

"Hey," he said, reaching into his pocket. "I, uh, have the thing that you wanted."

There had been a lot of things happening, lately. Kate thought she could be excused for her confused, "What?"

( It's Tully the Tulsa oil man! )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Taken with le tweakage (= removal of major flirting) from USoT S03E06. Ugh, Evan ILU.]