(2018-10-16) Free Pie? Yes please.
Kate meets Vic when she stops by the Boardroom to drop off a paper bag.
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katherine..vic..

The Boardroom is the most upscale place Vic would be caught dead in, thus the private investigator is settled on a stool at the bar. She has a jacket on the seat beside her, and wears a Henley with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, jeans, and boots. Her right arm has tattoos peeking out under the sleeve.

in front of her on the bartop she has several file folders and a laptop, along with a beer and a shot of whiskey that hasn't been touched yet. The grey threading through her short-cropped hair catches the glow from the television, but she doesn't seem to pay whatever is on it any mind.

*

Katherine comes in, setting aside an umbrella that she hasn't needed yet today. She glances around, clearly looking for someone, and by the slight downturn of her lips, she doesn't find them. Undeterred she steps up to the bar, taking a seat on a stool, setting a bag in front of her. "Shirley Temple please, and some of those little pretzel things?" She shrugs out of her coat, turning to catch sight of Vic. "Evening." She politely says, nodding in the other woman's direction. "Nice night to be out and about, huh?"

*

Vic pauses tapping away at the keys, seemingly surprised at being addressed. Usually her scowl is strong enough to frighten away all but the most persistent of folks. She'd been pretty focused on her case notes, though, so clearly the brow wasn't properly furrowed for chasing away others. She turns her head towards Katherine and snorts a bit, shaking her head and picking up her whiskey to tip it back and gulp it down.

"Cold and drizzling is your idea of a nice night to be out? If my neighbor wasn't having inordinately loud sex with his mistress, I'd be back home still. Hard to think through repeated choruses of OH GOD! OH GOD! YES! Though." Vic gives Katherine a small smirk and plucks up the beer bottle to sip from it.

*

Katherine's smile is frozen on her face, two decades of her mother drumming 'be polite' into her head hasn't prepared her for this situation. So of course, she laughs out loud, covering her hand with her mouth as her drink is delivered. "If it were me who were inconvenienced by loud sex, I'd march over and bang on the door. When they answered, I'd have no clue what to do next though." She admits, glancing at the keyboard briefly before she smiles at Vic. "I'm sorry that you're not having a good night. I'll take a drizzle over snow though."

*

"Don't be sorry. I never have a good night. Just not in my nature," Vic quips with a lopsided smile. "What's with the Shirley Temple, though? This isn't exactly a bar known for catering to people who, you know, don't drink." She glances around the room as if to illustrate the number of flat out drunks and the hole-in-the-wall nature of the place. She closes the laptop with one hand when Katherine looks towards it, just to be safe. Who knows when a client will throw a hissy fit over privacy? "And I'm not going next door unless his wife pays me to take photos for her divorce attorney."

*

Katherine looks at her drink, leaning forward to look at the regulars, a few notice her with bleary eyes and wave in her direction. She returns the waves with a bright smile. "Well, I am sort of dating the owner, and I don't drink. Often. I do drink sometimes, but..I.." Kate decides to stop while she's still ahead. "I like the atmosphere and the people here.. most of the time." She picks up a pretzel when they are set in front of her, Vic's last words prompting a soft laugh. "I hope that pays well, even if it does sound fascinating in general."

*

"Those jobs pay the bills, as distasteful as they can be. You really don't want to see the things I've seen. The eyefuls I've gotten of people in flagrante delecto have not been pretty. It's never the hot people that are out there cheating," Vic muses with a look of horror that passes through her eyes at some of the memories. "Not the gigs I got into this for, but the easiest and quickest to finish. Keeps my agency open so I can tackle the better cases."

A brow arches at the revelation that Katherine is dating the owner. "Huh, well that's a good way to get free drinks, I suppose." If one dated, that is.

*

"I really don't want to see the things I think you've seen. I would probably faint." Katherine purses her lips, picking up her drink and taking a sip. "I made a deal with a devil to pay my bills, and to possibly take a really nice vacation. Have you ever worked for your worst enemy? I am." She doesn't look very upset about it, setting her cup down on the bar. "If I liked to drink, Ethan would be in quite a bit of trouble. Lucky for him, I'm a cheap date, two drinks and I'm done for the night. Sometimes just one."

*

Vic lets out a bark of a laugh at the 'two drink' mention. "I'd bankrupt him," she points out, raising her empty bottle towards the tender to signal for a refill. "And I feel you on the worst enemy thing. Only in my case, the people I worked with became my worst enemies." She pauses, and her nose wrinkles. "Ok that might be a bit harsh. But I'm not on the best of terms with most of them anymore."

*

"Oh dear." Kate murmurs, gazing from the empty bottle to Vic. "I'm trying to ease things into the friendly territory. After all, the bad stuff all happened in high school, and it's over and done with." She picks up another pretzel, breaking it apart. "So what kind of things do you investigate? Just ..you know..cheating people, or do you get into other things as well?" She turns on the bench, angling her body so she's facing Vic.

*

"I'm a private investigator," Vic explains, wrapping a napkin around the freshly delivered bottle of beer to keep a grip on the sweating surface. "I own Grey Investigations over in Willow Heights." The bad part of town. "I take the cases others won't, the ones the police ignore, the lawyers won't touch, and the fancy PIs won't take, all because they either don't care about the down and out, or want to be paid stupid amounts for their assistance." That sounds more like a personal mission.

*

Katherine sits up straighter, eyes shifting from Vic's face to her hand when she takes hold of her beer. "I've heard of Grey Investigations." She states, popping a piece of pretzel into her mouth. "I think it's good of you to do for people who don't have other avenues available to them." She picks up her glass, swirling the liquid around and around before she reaches in to pick out the cherry. "There are a lot of people in town who need help, don't always get it." She pulls the cherry from the stem with her teeth, chewing thoughtfully on the fruit. "I run a B&B up in Oak Ridge. I feel like we're just about polar opposites here." She makes a face and then tilts her head. "Did I tell you my name, or have I been incredibly rude?"

*

"I know, believe me, I know. I used to be a cop here," Vic points out to Katherine with a tight press of her lips for a lingering moment. Something flashes in her dark eyes, a bit of residual anger. One might almost be able to feel the chip settled on her shoulder. "And then, all of a sudden, I was one of those people they couldn't help. So, I decided nobody else should go through that." She shrugs at the name question. "You didn't, I don't think."

*

Kate goes quiet as she gazes at Vic, legs swinging back and forth idly on her barstool. She sees the anger, and having no answer for it, doesn't comment on it. "Katherine Stone. Cops can't help me either. I lost my parents two years ago to a drunk driver, they never found them though. So.." She lets out a breath and winces, holding out her hand to shake Vic's. "Sorry, went completely off subject. It's a pleasure to meet you. Truly."

*

Vic frowns at the mention of another unsolved murder, or vehicular manslaughter as the case may be. She takes Kate's hand, hers is roughly callused with nails that have clearly been gnawed on. "Vic Grey. If you need someone to look into the cold case for you, drop by my office. Might want to bring your boyfriend with you though. That part of town can get pretty rough." And Katherine looks like a nice young woman.

*

Katherine offers a brief smile, more politeness than anything else. "I might do that. I get a little bit of anxiety when I think about it. I lost almost all my family that day." She glances at the back room, almost a reflex, a smile returning to her lips. "I'll bring Ethan if I come, he's not the most…scary man. Just very grumpy. It's why I brought him a present." She gestures to the paper bag in front of her. "I dunno if I should leave it for him or wait." She eats another pretzel as she considers it.

*

"Doesn't need to be scary. Just less likely you'll get jumped if you aren't alone. Safety in numbers is a reality in Willow Heights. Witnesses put a real kink in a mugger's plans, ya know?" Vic sips her beer and wrinkles her nose at the present talk. "I'm definitely not one to ask for relationship advice." She's been alone for a long time.

*

Kate nods, and the advice isn't lost on her, she's the type to walk right into trouble without suspecting that it's there. "I'll admit that I haven't been to that part of town on my own." She folds her hands, resting them on the bartop. "Have you ever been mugged there?" She asks, and then immediately regrets the question, wincing. "Never mind, I don't know why I asked that." She clears her throat and lets out a weak chuckle. "Oh good, something we have in common. I have no clue what I'm doing most of the time."

*

"Someone tried to mug me there once," Vic says, a smirk forming on her face. "ONCE." Clearly the former cop can take care of herself. "If you know how to project confidence, you can usually avoid being marked as a target."

*

Katherine laughs, nodding slowly at Vic. "Once." She repeats with the woman, her eyes slightly wide as she bites down on her bottom lip. "I'm not great at projecting confidence, so what I'm gonna do, if I come by, is just bring a friend. Easy enough." She picks up her glass and drinks from it. "What kind of beer do you drink here?" She asks, clearly looking for a change of subject.

*

"Ehn, whatever is cheapest but still in a bottle," Vic notes. She's not picky; most alcoholics aren't. "This place is actually pretty upscale for me. But it's not quite as dim in here as the bars near my place, so I can get some research done while having a beer."

*

"I've been to Johnny Slim's, got a few odd looks. I didn't really like it there, they wouldn't make me this." Kate points to her Shirley Temple and picks up another pretzel, snapping it in half. "If you ever need a quiet place to work, just stop up at the B&B. You'll likely even get dinner out of it. I serve until seven." She takes a bite of her pretzel and smiles. "Tomorrow is chicken fried steak."

*

Vic blinks over at the other woman. People usually aren't this nice to her, for good reason. She's a crotchety ex-cop with all the charming personality of a nail-studded bat. "How much is dinner?" she asks, mentally doing the math in her head of whether or not she can afford to eat out this week, and still buy enough liquor to get her through.

*

Kate bites into the second piece of pretzel, chewing it quickly so she can answer. "Five bucks. It'll get you the steak, two sides and a drink. Dessert is usually on the house becuase I'm trying out new recipies and I need opinions." She turns a look at Vic, grinning. "I'm making apple pies for the block party, and I need to make sure they're good." She brushes her hair away from her face, the look she gives Vic is guileless.

*

"Well slap my ass and call me a guinea pig, I'll be there to try all the pie you need," Vic says with another laugh. It sounds odd coming out of her, like she doesn't do it very often, and even seems to surprise her. "In that case, I'm going to head home to wrap up this research so I can be there tomorrow." She tosses some crumpled bills on the bar for her tab and gathers up her stuff. "See you then?"

*

Kate gets to her feet, smiling at Vic. "I look forward to having you over." She says, holding out her hand again so they can shake on it. "It was a true pleasure meeting you, Vic. I hope the noise has quieted down at home for you."

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