Post by Casey Winslow on Jul 20, 2012 12:03:17 GMT -8
Friday, 11th November 2011
11:00 a.m. EST
Yesterday afternoon was a blur. Casey remembered the morning clearly. He had met Ianto, Evie's right-hand man who seemed to be after her or so he'd perceived. He, Evie, and Ianto had discussed ISIS' plan in detail and worked out some kinks. He'd received an OK to tell Markus about things and enlist his help. And he'd been about to go with Evie back to the UK to talk with Lucy about things--or rather, to act as a buffer so Eie would feel more comfortable talking to her--when Ianto had said he was going with him to run errands and then go to Mike's.
Damn Mike's.
Errands had been interesting. A comment from a cashier about how cute they were or something of the sort had surely been what planted the seeds that lead to the weird whatever happened last night. He remembered vague images of gay chicken and then a very distinct memory of Evie walking in, then walking straight out. That was toward the return of clarity. That was what had broken off the game of gay chicken, in fact. He just couldn't remember what had been going on at that exact moment and what she had seen nor had he any idea how long she had been standing there. All he knew was that he was feeling as embarrassed as heck over the fact she had seen anything at all and had an overwhelming sense of fear at the thought of seeing her this morning, but the fact was, she still needed to talk to Lucy, and he probably would still need to be there to help.
So, after a night's rest and recovery, he had woke up and showered before getting dressed. His eyes hurt with certain movements, and he felt like he'd been hit by one of those autombiles Ianto drove, but all the same, he reckoned he was feeling pretty good for what he had drank and how much he had drank. He just now wished they hadn't gone anywhere together afterward. He wished they hadn't gotten into whatever conversation or argument that had lead to the events of the late afternoon/early evening. In fact, he wished he could go back and have disapparated the second Mike's hadn't had good chips.
Casey sighed then prepared to disapparate to the outside of the warehouse. Hopefully he wouldn't have to face too much wrath or awkwardness, but it was Evie. Even if she wasn't too angry to speak to him, she would find great joy in making him uncomfortable. It would amuse her, and she wouldn't find anything wrong with it. She'd always found joy in his suffering, after all. Not that she was sadistic, of course, but something stupid like this was right up her alley.
Casey squared his shoulders after he appeared before the warehouse and began to walk, determined to pretend nothing had happened last night that should have phased him. He let himself in before calling out for her. "Evie?"
((Will change details of post if something somehow works out differently in the other thread, of course, but I really wanted to do this thread.))