Monday, April 25, 2011








As Jack is explaining what things look like on the other side of the bar, Rowan watches as a pretty blonde girl heads towards the table.

Jack is describing the fancy dresses and jewels when Rowan nods her head towards the approaching girl, “Like this one?”

Glancing over Jack shakes his head, “No, not at all. I mean like Ms.America type dresses, fancy... I just cant figure out why Nick sent us here...”

Rowan watches the girl as she approaches their table. Thick golden blonde hair pulled back and the silk lavender paisley dress reminded Rowan of her hippie days and she smiled. The girl stopped and asked if they were waiting for a delivery. Her voice was warm, a little deep but soft at the same time, making Jacks head snap around from his gaze at the working women to get a closer look at the girl.

“Why yes, we are waiting for something... thats why we're here...” Jack looks from the girl to Rowan.

Rowan nods and is handed a thick envelope.

“I think you'll find that… interesting... Can I get you anything else?” the girl asks.

“Do we owe you anything?” Jack asks, wanting to hear her voice again.

“No. Everything has been paid in full, in advance.”

Jack chokes back his remark, wondering if there were any funds left over. Instead he looks to Rowan, “I suppose we had better get that over to Nick..."

“Yes, he seemed rather anxious to get it.” As Rowan slides to the edge of the booth and moves to stand, her shoulder knots up unexpectedly, making her grimace and reach for it. “Oww... I must be getting old...”

The girl reaches over and starts to rub the sore shoulder. “Your muscles are tight, its not age, probably overworked.”

Rowan sighs, “Oh thank you, that feels wonderful. You are very good at that.”

The girl leads them through the bar and the front room to the door. Stopping at the desk she picks up her business card and hands it to Rowan. “Call me if your shoulder keeps bothering you. A deep massage might help..”

Rowan thanks her as her and Jack head out into the night and back to the tavern, envelope in hand.

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