Board Thread:The Mech Bay Bar'n'Grill/@comment-24866242-20140514220513/@comment-24866242-20140514223632

Sun May 11, 2014 12:04 am
She kicked the juke box in frustration. At least, frustration is what she called the feeling she had at the moment. If she was to be honest with herself, she'd realize it was actually depression.

It had been years since she had talked with Ben. She had lost touch with him and she didn't know how. It just seemed as though years had slipped away and he wasn't "there" any more. Worst... it wasn't just Ben. All of them. Ryan, Patch, Mach.... they were all just gone one day.

Kat had LaeAnne do an extensive search for them. She had found Ryan, and, though communications had been brief, Kat had talked with him. He hadn't changed, but he was off on another of his forays into weirdness. She hadn't heard from him in weeks.

She slammed the door to the Grill, not even bothering to lock it. She didn't see a point in it. The door to the old '51 Chevy she and Jack had restored decades ago fared much better, though anyone standing within a mile would hear it kick over as she pushed the lever that opened the hydrolic traps to the muffler open. She needed the noise. Her soul needed the noise. Her heart needed the screaming guitar that suddenly came to life in the enclosed cab of the car. Her sanity needed the speed the huge engine under the hood would provide her once she opened her up. At 140mph plus, everything blurred and she was fine with that.

She wasn't sure why, but she found herself quite unexpected parked in front of the Red Dragon Inn. Apparently she had been sitting there for some time, engine and radio silent, in the dark. The ticking of the heated engine had slowed. Cussing herself, she launched herself out of the car door and strode across the street.

Gods, the place hadn't changed. Not much, anyway. Same childish riff-raff, same crappy booze. She ordered the whiskey anyway then kicked a drunk out of her once favorite chair. She didn't trust the glasses, so she took a long pull out of the bottle directly then proceeded to do what she had, once upon a time, done best; get drunk.