#callmehook

text | killkorka

text | angel & hook

With the bar temporarily closed, Mel was the only one that had been inside, taking her time to slowly work through the vast amount of paperwork in Killian’s office.  She had managed to put about half of it into specific piles when she decided to call it quits for the night, gathering her belongings and making sure everything was sturdy on the desk.  When she stood and turned towards the door, she stopped when she saw Killian standing in the doorway.  “I was not expecting to see you.”

After her third dance of the night to only a hand full of patrons, Mel made her way to the bar where she found Killian.  “I am sure the slow business is simply due to the reopening.  Once it becomes just another bar, our regular patrons will return,” she added in means of comfort.

Mel held Olafr close as she ran towards the Jolly Roger.  They had come across a few monkeys that had seemed innocent enough but quickly turned aggressive.  Her blouse sleeve had been ripped, some claw marks on her arm, and Olafr had screamed as one grabbed at him before she hit the creature away with a stick.  She’d swept her son up into her arms and ran, not stopping until she made it to the bar.  “Killian!” she called out, unsure where she should enter.  She looked around, listening for sounds of monkeys or other dangers.

text | angel & hook