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Kit leaned against the bar, her fingertip playing with the condensation beading on the side of her glass. She had barely touched the gin n’ tonic that sat before her. Her friend had left with some guy a half hour ago, so she was left alone. At least she had been pacing herself throughout the night and was only pleasantly buzzed at this point. 

Thankfully the music was good, the atmosphere was chill, and she felt comfortable only the way a local could in their small-town bar. Spotting an empty pool table, she grabbed her drink and moseyed over. She arrived just as another person did, placing her drink on the pool tables rail. “If you have someone to play with, I cede. If not, you can join me.” She said, pulling the balls into the rack. 

The rock that lived just outside the gallery’s front door was nudged into place, keeping the swinging door open while Nathan stepped outside. He tucked a cigarette between his lips and pulled the flame against its tip with a deep inhale. The man had a long day - a couple of ladies had decided to set up shop in his gallery for 3 hours & they’d only just left. The pair had hounded him about every piece and while Nathan usually loved the excuse to chat up about the art on his walls, they were just ... rude. He sighed out the smoke, sitting against the ledge of the tall windowsill & watching the rest of the town go by. The man spotted the pair of old ladies, meandering down the street, probably off to bother another poor shop owner before dinner. His eyes shifted, away from the sharp glare of the sinking sun and towards a figure pausing in front of his windows. “If you’re planning on going in, you’ve got about 5 minutes - “ Nathan waved the hand holding his cigarette as a vague gesture, “ - before I close up.” He took another drag, grinned, shrugged. 

it was beyond time to get a new washing machine, madison mused to herself silently as she put yet another load into one of the oversized machines at the laundrymat. this was becoming a habit - spending what little free time she had in the quiet, the only real company the sound of humming machines turning around people’s clothing. she should be making her sister take responsibility of it - but somehow, she didn’t trust the teenager to actually keep an eye on their belongings. 

“that machine is broken,” she said aloud to the person she saw going up to the one she’d tried when she first arrived over an hour ago. “i don’t know if the attendant knows yet, but it ate all my quarters and never turned on.” she offered them a small smile, “you’re better off using one of the bigger ones anyways. does anyone really separate their whites and colors anymore?” 

MATT: So... are you missing a cat or know of someone missing a cat?

MATT: This guy showed up a few days ago and has made himself at home.

MATT: (MMS) https://www.mypet.com/img/prevent-lost-pets/stray-cat-at-door.jpg