[Open Log]
Who: Future!Polly (curious_copycat), Crowley (yellow_snakeyes) and you!
What: Two friends go out for a few wee drinkies, for old time's sake... Or new times... Oh, just go with it, okay?
When: Backdated to Sept 26th
Where: A little bar called Le Baroc, followed by the halls of the Thor as they stagger merrily homeward.
Warnings: Polly's learned a bawdy drinking song or two, but not likely much beyond that. ;-)
She had finally found time to rid herself of the dress she had found so objectionable (with Kiriko's help).
The Polly who strode toward the entrance of Le Baroc was clad in a pair of close-fitting trousers, a simple black shirt, sturdy boots and a knee-length jacket that managed to look vaguely like a frock coat. Her unruly red curls were caught up in a long, tidy braid that had become customary sometime after her first century.
There was a decided spring to her step as she walked, enjoying the sights and sounds of her old home, but, despite her smile, there was a tension in her shoulders, and a hurriedness to her movements. She was no longer entirely used to not needing to be somewhere, and she knew perfectly well that when this was all over and the Drive shut off again, her task would be no closer to being done than it had been when she got here.
Yuri had observed that she looked like she needed a vacation, and she supposed it was true. It followed, then, that she really could use the drinks Crowley had promised...
What: Two friends go out for a few wee drinkies, for old time's sake... Or new times... Oh, just go with it, okay?
When: Backdated to Sept 26th
Where: A little bar called Le Baroc, followed by the halls of the Thor as they stagger merrily homeward.
Warnings: Polly's learned a bawdy drinking song or two, but not likely much beyond that. ;-)
She had finally found time to rid herself of the dress she had found so objectionable (with Kiriko's help).
The Polly who strode toward the entrance of Le Baroc was clad in a pair of close-fitting trousers, a simple black shirt, sturdy boots and a knee-length jacket that managed to look vaguely like a frock coat. Her unruly red curls were caught up in a long, tidy braid that had become customary sometime after her first century.
There was a decided spring to her step as she walked, enjoying the sights and sounds of her old home, but, despite her smile, there was a tension in her shoulders, and a hurriedness to her movements. She was no longer entirely used to not needing to be somewhere, and she knew perfectly well that when this was all over and the Drive shut off again, her task would be no closer to being done than it had been when she got here.
Yuri had observed that she looked like she needed a vacation, and she supposed it was true. It followed, then, that she really could use the drinks Crowley had promised...