> > > "Parker's and a bowl of peanuts good enough for you?" she asks with > > > a wink, and goes away to get both items. > > > > > > While she is gone, Woof takes the folded note out from his coat > > > pocket and places it on the table between his hands. > > > Um, Woof reads the note? > >OOC: (a) was allowing you to express any drama into reading the note, if >you so wanted, (b) after giving you a few days to reply was busy >elsewhere and (c) didn't do much posting anywhere. ;-p OOC: But to be left hanging.... And how much 'drama' can I add to reading a note I don't know what says? Huh? >Woof unfolds the note, holding it between his hands so only he can see >what he is doing. > >When the barmaid returns with his drink and bowl of peanuts, Woof covers >the note with his hand as he smiles and thanks her. "Parker's... You might need to keep them coming." He points at the 'hidden' note. "Got stood up today, and this is from the girl. Haven't read it yet, so I might need to put out the flames... Thanks." >Then positioning the >beer mug and bowl to block the view from others he spreads the note out >and looks at it. > >The note is handwritten in pen. It looks hurried and Woof can tell that >the hand that wrote it was either shaky or it was written on a shaky >surface. Woof has seen Lessa's writing only a few times, but to his eye >it looks like her's, and the signature at the bottom confirms his >thought by being signed..."Lessa." Woof sips the beer, then inhales deeply, the weight of everything pressing down on his shoulders. Life and death kind of things, here, and not like the raging flood waters or rampaging bulls on Sequi, either. Bullets. Hits. Politics... He takes another deep breath, and focuses. >Woof reads... > >Woof, > >I'm innocent. I didn't kill Jim or plant that bomb. I swear! I won't >blame you if you just tear this note up, but don't know who else to turn >to. I need your help. > >If you'll even consider helping me, meeting with me, go to midnight >mass at the Church of the Holy Redeemer on Hawkins Street. > >Please, don't desert me, please! > >Lessa He folds the note and slips it in his shirt pocket. Hawkins Street. He thinks about how far it is, and then checks the time. He sips the beer. Easy to walk away from this... No it isn't. But what would he do for her? Can't do anything at all. He sips the beer. Easy to walk away from this... Except he knows himself. He won't desert her. Noblesse Oblige and all that. Woof
