eris and simon

who: Eris and Simon
where: the streets around the One More Round
when: night

Eris was officially an unhappy bunny. Her photograph had been printed in the paper, and sure, while it hadn't been printed again today, it was still dangerous for her. She'd recently spoken to not one but two fucking cops, and at the end of the day, that was just bad news for her all the way around. She'd been taken off of singing the night the picture was run, just to avoid anyone recognizing her while her picture was staring them straight in the face. She'd been told tonight would be 'off' as well. While she understood it, and actually thought it was a good idea, that didn't really kill the worry deep in her gut, nor did it alleviate the idea that her time at the One More Round was going to be shorter than expected.

It might wind up being more trouble than the owner was willing to chance. The possibility of her getting spotted and ratted out was a whole hell of a lot larger now. She didn't know what to do, really. She wanted to talk to Brett about it, but well. Brett wasn't around, possibly because of the photograph in the paper, and she hadn't expected him to return anyhow, now had she. No, really not. She was going for a walk, which consisted of her circling the block around the one more round. She had a coat on, a hood pulled up to obscure most of her features and she kept her head down. She knew she shouldn't be out at all, but she'd been climbing the walls in her place, so...she'd needed the air.

While she was still breathing.