#thread: bailey

— @sierramused

Shit. She was running about fifteen minutes late as she jogged down Broadway, her combat boots thumping on the concrete as her sundress flowed around her in the wind and the large canvass bag on her shoulder flopping against her side. She knew the manager would be looking for a viable excuse for her growing tardiness, but the truth was she’d been struck with muse, getting off work and going straight home to write new songs. She’d been staying up later and in turn, sleeping later, and therefore... running later and later for work. It wasn’t an acceptable excuse, she knew that, so she hoped that instead of running into her manager first, she’d instead see the owner. If she could only make him understand, then the manager wouldn’t be able to chew her out.

So with that in mind, Bailey pulled the back door of the bar open and ran inside, slightly out of breath, as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting while searching for Matthew. She was looking right while moving left, her gaze readying to shift in the direction of her movements when she ran into something, or rather someone, solid. “Fuck! I’m sorry.” She said quickly, stumbling backwards half a step as her head snapped around to see who she ran into. Oh, well there’s the boss. “Matt, Jesus. Look where you’re goin’ why don’t ya.” She said with an out of breath laugh, bringing a hand up to run through her hair. “You seen Hilary, yet?” She asked, eyes scanning the room around them before landing back on the bar’s owner. “And before you say anything,” A coy smile grew on her features, “My uniform boots are in my bag.”

Lincoln nursed the lager, letting the faint sweetness linger. It didn’t count toward the tally, not really, but he didn’t care. Tonight he felt cocky, certain he could still take the old man his brother had become, handicap or not. He set the empty down with a clink against the first and pushed up from his chair, ready for another round, when the sight of Bailey froze him mid-step.

A grin broke wide across his face. He spread his arms, eyes locking on his brother’s. “What? Too sober to give your brother a hug?”