With a Chance of Rain ((12))

[victoriousscarf]

Mac swaggered out of the Demoniaque, a creamy and fancy Invite in his pocket next to a small jewelry box. He whistled slightly as he found a decent car out of his collection to take out. He still was not moving with his usual amount of grace or poise, but his side only hurt when he pulled it wrong.

Still whistling he drove the car down toward the docks, pulling it into a discrete alley near the Fishbone. Still with a bit of careful swagger in his step, he came up to the door and knocked.

[Meadowlark]

Griddlebone looked up at the knock, frowning slightly as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. She moved over to the door, answering it, the rag she'd been using to wipe down the bar and tables in her paw. "Yes?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Hello," Mac said, leaning against the doorjamb.

[Meadowlark]

Her eyebrow arched at the sight of him and she stepped aside, a smirk playing on her lips. "Should you be out an' about yet?"

[victoriousscarf]

He rolled his shoulder, walking in. "It's been four days," he said. "And it's hardly the worst I've ever gotten. 'Sides, I drove myself down. And you did say ta come back when I wasn't bleedin' profusely, which I'm not."

[Meadowlark]

Grids laughed lightly at that. "I suppose I did. So what does bring you down here?" She glanced at him as she moved back over to the table she'd been working on.

[victoriousscarf]

He pulled out a chair, sitting down in it. He was feeling better, sure, but preferred to be be standing more than he needed to. "Jus' thought I'd stop by," he said mildly.

[Meadowlark]

"Well, it's good to see you." She turned her attention to another burn mark. That hadn't been there the day before. Cat, she was going to skin the next tom who extinguished his cigarette on the tabletop.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac pulled his cigarettes out and lighted one, watching her. "Also," he said, voice smooth. "Wanted to drop somethin' off for you."

[Meadowlark]

She looked up, her eyebrows rising slightly. "Oh?" She absently slid an ashtray in his direction before returning to her work.

[victoriousscarf]

"Did say I'd invite you over to see the hotel at her gaudiest didn't I?" he said, fishing the invite out of his pocket and holding it up between two fingers, the paper heavy and infused with gold gilt.

[Meadowlark]

Griddlebone set the rag aside, wiping her paws off on her dark blue skirt before accepting the invitation. "Expensive paper..."

[victoriousscarf]

"Only the best," Mac replied, sitting farther back in the chair and taking a drag of the cigarette. The jewelry box was somewhat heavy in his pocket. He still wasn't sure what possessed him to buy it, or bring it. He was pretty damn sure that it would be too forward.

[Meadowlark]

Griddlebone set the invitation aside, out of the way. "So, you're feeling better then, I take it?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Oh much," Mac said. "Even better now."