Honky Tonk Women
Aug. 12th, 2013 12:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The Dive was about what Echo had expected, and she ordered a draft beer before settling her weight on a thinly padded stool. The evening had yet to get started, so there weren't many people inside. That was just as well. Having lots of people around her all at once made her nervous, so she was willing to let the crowd grow around her.
Brian was nowhere in sight, but she doubted he hung out at the place if he wasn't playing there. She'd stay through the first set, maybe the second if the first band didn't suck. At least if the music was loud she wouldn't be expected to make conversation.
The hybrid took a pull at her beer, wiped the foam mustache away with the back of her hand. She'd pick up a matchbook when she left, something to go with the collection she'd started when she left Seattle. She'd gotten a form letter from the grant foundation that said her request was under consideration, so this was a muted celebration of sorts.
A waitress in a halter top sashayed past, and Echo ducked her head so she didn't get caught staring. Too much flesh, that was all. No wonder she didn't work with live subjects.
Brian was nowhere in sight, but she doubted he hung out at the place if he wasn't playing there. She'd stay through the first set, maybe the second if the first band didn't suck. At least if the music was loud she wouldn't be expected to make conversation.
The hybrid took a pull at her beer, wiped the foam mustache away with the back of her hand. She'd pick up a matchbook when she left, something to go with the collection she'd started when she left Seattle. She'd gotten a form letter from the grant foundation that said her request was under consideration, so this was a muted celebration of sorts.
A waitress in a halter top sashayed past, and Echo ducked her head so she didn't get caught staring. Too much flesh, that was all. No wonder she didn't work with live subjects.