(2019-01-22) Taco Tuesday
Oh shit, is that really Cash?
Players:
august..anthony..cash..katherine..sevin..

Katherine is standing behind the counter, putting the finishing touches on dinner. Tonight? Well it's Taco Tuesday of course. There are soft tacos, hard tacos, all kinds of sides and sauces set up buffet style along the counter. Beer has been chilled in a bucket with ice, and there is salsa, chips and even guac. Kate has a beer in her hands, trying to decide if she wants a soft or hard taco to start.

*

There's the soft scrape and staccato of stiletto heels on the drive outside, then coming around to the back door. Anyone who's ever been around when August Lexington shows up will have a moment of warning before the door opens. Muffled, outside, is her voice saying, "Not today, goat!" One, two, three, four, yup. There it is. The back door opens and in comes the tall tattooer. Somebody cleared a path to walk, so she doesn't have to worry about ice on the drive. But dang it's cold out there, plummeting toward tonight's low of seven degrees.

Aug wears a black hoodie open over her usual tank top and skinny jeans combo, low rise jeans, high cropped tank, pale tattooed skin visible. Her long grey hair's piled up atop her head and pinned, and she's still wearing her black framed glasses from work. "Hey." Her usual soft greeting is uttered, and she makes her way over to the stove. "Oven on?"

*

Originally, Cash had grand plans for this evening. Really, he did. When he showed up a little while ago, he'd gone up to one of the rooms to knock. Turns out whoever he was looking for, however, seems to be out for the evening. Which is precisely how Cash ends up walking through the communal rooms of the B&B to check to see if his target was someplace else. So this is the evening that Taco Tuesday is suddenly interrupted by the entrance of a Marine in dress blues. The spread of dinner does make him pause, visibly surprised to find it. Looking between the two women present, he gives a small nod. "Would either of you happen to be familiar with Mr. Vydal?" May as well just ask.

*

Kate pushes up the sleeves on her white button down blouse, shifting her gaze toward the taller woman. "Oven is on, but if you need me to, I can get you a nice knit throw to keep you warm." She pulls a plate from a cupboard, setting it on the counter in front of August, her eyes shifting briefly to the taco feast. "Eat something, no calories. Using magic tonight." She rubs her hands on her denim clad thighs before she pulls down a second plate for herself. She picks out a soft taco shell, and begins to build her first offering. Refried bean, seasoned chicken, lettuce, tomato, sour cream are added before she folds the taco in half. She picks up the plate and her beer, moving toward the table. Cash is eyed when he walks into the kitchen, nodding automatically. "I know Vyv. Looking for him? Might as well fix yourself a taco while you wait.." She tempts with a smile.

*

"I mean, the oven's fine," is murmured to Kate. August is just pulling the oven open about eight inches in order to lean slightly over it, and pull her tank top out from her body so that the hot air from within slides right up her torso and into her shirt. As she glances up to see Cash in dress blues, and momentarily forgets what she was doing. It's just so unusual to look up and, bam, marine. Her silvery gaze goes from his haircut over his uniform, down to the shoes and right back up a little bit more slowly. Whoop, too much heat. Boobs on fire. She lets the oven go with a thump, and backs off, letting her shirt drop like she didn't just get caught warming herself on a modern appliance. "Calories are good. I worked out again and I can almost walk normally after last night." That could bear some explaining, but August is too busy trying to figure out why Cash looks familiar. Thusly her pale-grey gaze remains on him for far longer than is polite in normal circles. At least she's looking at his face now. "But a throw might be nice too…"

*

If someone warming themselves via an oven gives him pause, Cash doesn't let on. Nope, he just gives Kate a warm smile as she answers him, though his gaze does flicker over to August as she looks him over. Then, with a flick of his wrist he looks down at his watch. A small furrow deepens in his brow before he looks up.
"Well, at this rate my reservations are no good, so I may as well." He says on a laugh, voice warm and rounded by a genteel accent obvious from North Carolina, "That's a kind invitation. Thank you." Which is when he enters properly and actually gives the food any real inspection. With a small smile at one corner of his mouth, though, he does add to August, "I don't bite."

*

Kate sets down her beer and plate, moving to fish out another one for Cash. Having grown up with Julian, a man in uniform isn't a draw for her anymore, she's too used to it. As she sets the plate down, she offers Cash a smile. "Beer? Or something else?" She nods to the buffet of taco items, warm things staying warm on the stove. "Just get yourself a plate and come out to the table to find a seat." The important things said, she moves toward the great room to get August a throw, coming back with one in shades of gray, ice blue and white. "So what's your name? If you want I can shoot Vyv a text and let him know that you're waiting for him. He might have got held up at his bakery." She pulls a phone from her back pocket, eyes it for a moment and then sits it down beside her plate. She drops into her chair, crossing her legs. She watches August for a few brief moments as she takes a bite from her soft taco. "You tan em?" She glances down at the other woman's chest briefly before her eyebrows quirk.

*

August's lips quirk as Cash finally addresses her and that gazing she's doing. "Yeah, you do." That slips right on out, easy as you please. There's some Southern something in her voice too, but it's much less defined. Might take a while to pin down her accept to Florida, but there are tells, and maybe a little other things mixed in.

The tattooer takes the plate, finally, that Kate put out for her. "Thanks, Katie." She grins a bit and snags a soft taco, spreads a very precise layer of beans, plunks a crunchy taco in the middle, then goes cheese, beans, chicken, salsa, guac (only a smidge), and more cheese, then carries her tacobomination to the table, slipping into a chair that has a view of the back door. She tips sideways in her seat, crosses her long legs, and mms, "Nope, just a little toasted." Any second now. Aaaaany second it's going to come to her. It's the uniform throwing her off.

*

Well, that is… Not the answer Cash was suggesting. Blinking, he stares at August for a moment but then just lets it pass. Turning his attention to Kate as he sets to food (a rather simple combination of soft tortilla, meet, a hint of cheese) he says, "No, thank you." Seems he's just going to decline a beverage all together, and then adds, "That won't be necessary. I have his number, this was rather something of a surprise. I'll manage something else. I can hardly be cross that he wasn't where I expected him when he didn't know I would even be here." Crosses to the table, laughing a little at himself. "Cash Montgomery-Regan. Nice to meet you."

*

"Kate Stone. I own the place." Katherine gestures toward August as she settles down in a chair, grinning at the toasted comment. "This is August Lexington. She does ink, works down at the Mad Tatter, and is my sister from another mister." She picks up her taco, taking a bite and chewing slowly. She watches Cash build his taco and nods to a chair before she shifts to get comfortable. "Wait.." She stares at Cash then, and then turns a look on August before she picks up her phone. "Uh..how long you been in town, Cash?"

<TXT> To August from Katherine - Wasn't Katya's boy-groom named Cash?

*

And there it is. August squints and the stars align and it clicks. "Ah, Vegas." That's all she says, then picks up her taco to take a bite. The muffled crunch of a taco giving up its internal goodies is decisive. She chews thoroughly and swallows, then puts her dinner down for a moment to hop up and go find a drink. "Very James Dean, Cash." She seems amused by this. Halfway across the kitchen the phone in her back pocket buzzes. She reaches back to slip it out, eyes the screen, says, "Uh huh," and types in a quick text, shooting it off to someone before she tucks the phone into her pocket, pulls open the fridge and drags out some juice, then goes hunting a glass. Which doesn't take long. She's in here enough. "Pleasure to meet you. Pardon my staring. I do enjoy a man in uniform." She says all this with her back to the table. "Anybody need anything while I'm up?" She pours some apple juice and lingers in the kitchen for a moment.

<TXT> From August to Katherine - Yeah, that's definitely him.

*

August gets a nod from Cash when Kate introduces her, but Cash focuses on taking a seat and taking off his gloves. This isn't exactly conducive to white gloves. "Moved in Christmas Eve." He answers, glancing between the two women. There's definitely a sense of everyone in the room knowing something he doesn't. Attempting to brush it off, he starts to eat. Which is when the word 'Vegas' is said and he actively chokes. Coughs, covers his mouth, bends at the middle. "I'm sorry…" He says, strained through lack of air and still choking, "Excuse me?"

*

"Oh, we uh..we know you." Kate says, because she has no filter and less tact after two beers. "Sorry. You said Christmas Eve? Well, welcome to Calaveras." She takes another bite of her soft taco, chews thoughtfully and doesn't grin when Cash chokes on his taco. Instead, the proper hostess reaches out and helpfully gives him a sturdy thwack between his shoulder blades. "Where abouts are you living? Surely not downtown right?" She considers bringing up Katya, but she also wants to text August again first. Dilemma.

*

Sevin comes in from the back yard, and kicks some snow off his boots as he crosses the threshold. Work pants and a faded tee shirt under the battered bomber jacket he often wears when he isn't due to be teaching. He's cleaning his hands off with a rag, and looks a bit flush; well, about as flush as his swarthy complexion allows. "The seat on that swing shouldn't fall off again," he tells Kate on his way through, then does a little double-take at the sight of the marine in uniform sitting in her kitchen. Wait a minute. "Is it taco Tuesday?"

*

August is nothing if not an agent of moderate to light chaos these days, but she does perhaps feel a little bad when poor Cash begins to choke. "Breathe, sweetheart. Not taco chunks, ok?" She fills a glass of water, and returns with her drink and some water for Cash, putting it down on the table beside the marine. She touches his shoulder, and stands there behind him making a face at Katherine. The 'oops, I know CPR but this is will be awkward' face. "… Yeah, totally taco Tuesday." She still has some of that look when she glances back to Sevin and the back door. Yeah, she did something. Poor Cash. "If you need the Heimlich, babe, stand up." This is to Cash, of course.

*

After the initial moment of gasping, and getting slapped on the back, Cash's good sense kicks in. He straightens his back, stretches his shoulders, and forces himself to swallow hard, with help from the provided water. Shaking his head he forces a deep breath, though the cough hasn't entirely subsided yet. "No, I'm fine." Another breath. "Sorry, that was just… The last thing I expected to come up. If you'll excuse me a moment…"
And up he gets, already pulling the pack of cigarettes from his pocket as he heads toward the door. Sevin's arrival gets a nod from Cash - And yes, he's in /dress blues/ at Taco Tuesday, there's got to be a story there.

*

Traditionally, the sharp clicks resonating from the heel of a rich oak bark tanned sole affixed to unjustifiably priced oxfords came through the back door, though they hadn't in awhile these days. Instead, that very same click made its presence known after the passage through the front door and a gentle thunk of someone tapping the side of their shoe against the metallic transfer to clear it of snow announced its presence before the clicking did.

Anthony Malone entered a few moments later, trailing a series of telling clicks to his motion that rivaled that of a woman in stiletto's with a much more muted clack. The fabric of the calve-length, black lambskin overcoat shifted as its wearer did his weight toward one leg and exposed the faintest trimmings of grey fur lining, with both hands in it's hip pockets.

The kitchen this evening was…quite a sight to behold, and vibrant peridot eyes found the Marine dressed in his dress uniform with a slow blink, which prompted the withdrawal of his left hand to point toward him, "Is this guy the male stripper?"

*

"I think taco Tuesday was a great idea, but it's already almost killed someone." Kate takes another pull from her beer and quirks a brow as Cash retreats for the back door. She points Sevin in the direction of the counter, nodding. "Uh I made..chicken, beef, no pork. Plenty of veggies and some guac. Even though I don't like the stuff." She sets down her beer and shakes her head at August, waiting until Cash is out of earshot. "I can't believe you said that. Should we ask him about Katya? Should we call her? No…that last one is a bad idea." She's lost so she picks up her taco and takes a big bite, inspiration will come as she chews. She almost loses her mouthful when Anthony comes in and comments though. At least she doesn't choke. At least someone knows the Heimlich.

*

There'd better be a story there, or Sevin's going to be mighty disappointed. He levels a thoughtful look in Cash's direction, and steps aside to let the other man pass. He makes a point of checking his watch. "Isn't it a bit early in the evening to be killing the guests?" That's to August as he rounds toward the kitchen counter and takes a peek at what Kate's been cooking up. The meat dishes, predictably, are skipped. And he shrugs out of his coat and drapes it over the back of a chair, before stopping at the sink to wash his hands. Which is 'round about when Anthony strolls in. He doesn't look over, because he's busy scrubbing dirt off his hands.

*

The look on August's face now suggests she had something to do with nearly killing a marine. But that transforms into a bit of a smirk as the poor guy gets hold of himself and takes his cigarettes out to have a quiet moment to himself. She clears her throat, and crosses her arms, one hand coming up to hide her mouth, which does not hide the crinkle of her eyes. She looks to Kate and lifts her shoulders in a 'what can you do' sort of shrug. But then she hears Anthony's approach, and he asks after the male stripper. She holds it together exactly as long as it takes Cash to hit the back door, then a she snort-laughs and tips back in a lean against the counter behind her. She glances over at Anthony, but the look in the man's eye sets her off again. The thing is, when you're tipping around on heels as high as hers, they wobble.

*

There was a moment in Cash's passing where Tony trailed the man in his motion toward the back door, he blinked once more and pursed his firm lips surrounded by the dense growth of salt and pepper flecked whiskers. "Must'a been a shitty stripper, didn't even take his clothes off…" he muttered and leaned his weight back into the frame of the entryway into the great room and smirked, sidelong, toward August, shrugging his shoulders upward exactly once.

"What are we doin' with Katya?" he queried when her name came up, and resulting in an arching of both of his coal black brows, "Calling her?"

*

"Probably a bad idea." Kate murmurs, once she's swallowed her mouthful of food. "She was gonna deal with that, but I did say I'd let her know if I had seen.." She trails off, picks up her phone and taps on it, her brows furrowed. She sets the phone down and picks up her plate to go for taco number two. She fishes another beer from the bucket, setting it down on the counter before she tries it August's way. Soft taco, refried beans, hard shell, lots of stuff on the inside. She skips the guac again, because gross. She leans in to murmur something quietly to Sevin, pointing to one of the bowls.

*

Sevin finishes washing up, and dries his hands off on a tea towel. His fingers work into his left shoulder absently, like it's maybe been acting up. Thoughtful look on his face as he peruses the food that's been laid out, then goes for a few taco shells. Three, to be precise. Because he's that hungry. Stir fried vegetables are spooned in, refried beans, a sprinkle of cheese on top. Salsa if there is any, and a plate is belatedly juggled underneath before he drips onto the floor. And then Kate's murmuring in his ear, and he flickers a smile. "Of course I do." Because who wouldn't? A quick kiss is bestowed to her lips before he moves off to find the fabled guacamole.

*

There's a soft squeak from August as she puts a little too much weight on her right heel, and her foot starts to turn. She grabs hold of the counter before she loses control of her footwear entirely, then calmly steps out of them like she didn't just almost fall. Ahem. "Mmm. No. Nope." She clears her throat again and toes her shoes under one of the stools, out of the way of unsuspecting walkers. "It's never too early to start offing the guests," she says to Sevin. "Everybody knows the risks."

"You want food, babe?" This is of course to Anthony. She nods to the taco spread, all the fixings of soft and hard tacos, with several kinds of meat and such. Of Kate, she asks, "Do you really think they haven't met up yet?" She glances toward the door. "Yikes. My bad." Her bad indeed. She'd probably also be saying that same thing if Cash really did need medical intervention. Aug wanders over to Anthony barefoot, and leans in to rub the fur trim on his coat, probably checking to see if it's real.

*

"Hmm…" Anthony trailed in an idle observation of the reply, or lack thereof, and shook his head as if to dismiss the subject. Raising one hand to his hair, he brushed a calloused hand back through the nonchalantly styled hair and puffed his wooly cheeks prior to exhaling a stream of breath which reached its full completion just as August arrived by way of… Tony glanced down with a twitch of an eyebrow, "Why are you barefoot in Kate's kitchen?" he muttered, tracing her frame up to her moonlight eyes, "Augs, the term barefoot an' pregnant inna' kitchen is just a figure of speech, hon…" he smirked.

"Nah, I'm alright. Not super hungry, I grabbed somethin' not too long ago. I'll pick at some'a the meat if it's left over" he smiled, canting his head aside curiously, "So…What'd you do this time?"

*

"Everyone knows the risks? What risks? Why are we offing the guests?" Kate looks confused, and a little alarmed, but she figures people are joking so she picks up her plate and makes her way back to the dining room table. She settles back into her chair easily and sets down her plate, resting her chin in her palm as she picks at the food in her taco shell. "I mean, if they had met up and discussed things, do you think he would have choked when you said Vegas?" She lets that settle on August for a few moments before she picks up her beer. She takes a good swallow, sets it down and then picks up the abomination that is her taco, taking a bite. "I'll text Katya, we'll see if she shows."

*

Finished loading up his plate, Sevin begins to round toward the counter; the better to not have to talk to anyone while he eats. But after a moment's hesitation, his manners win out - and he ambles toward the table instead. His plate is set down, and his ass hits the chair a moment later. "Evening, Malone," he greets the big Italian without looking up. He doesn't even bother trying to wade into the conversation about Cash, though judging by the look of familiarity on his face when they passed each other in the entryway, he seems to know the guy. Instead, he digs into his food with a crackle of taco shell.

*

"Risks of hanging out in the B&B. I mean this time I didn't do it on purpose." Almost choke a guest. August goes from rubbing the fur trim on Anthony's coat to sliding her hand up the side of his throat to his jaw. Her nails drag back over his beard, audibly parting whiskers till her thumb comes to rest at the hinge of his jaw. No, she doesn't reply to the barefoot and pregnant thing, at least not audibly. "I'll make you a taco and you can think about eating it. If you don't, I will. Wanna come sit?" She lingers a moment while the man decides. She glances at the back door one more time. She maybe kinda feels a little bit bad about that, even though. She leans against the counter for a moment, lifts her hand, and gnaws her thumbnail quietly. Her grey-eyed gaze flicks to Sevin when he greets Anthony. For once she isn't tense about these two men sharing proximity. "Crap, now I have to apologize."

*

If Cash catches the comment about stripping during his exit, he ignores it. He has a cigarette to smoke, and he takes his sweet time with it. When that is done, however, he returns and takes his previous seat without a word. It seems the moment alone did little to help - But at least he returns to eating. And not talking about Vegas. Pointedly. Nevermind that he has a ring on his left hand. This is just more and more complicated with each passing piece of information, right?

*

A sharp slant of Anthony's eyes cut their way toward Sevin as he spoke, though seemed to immediately soften upon actually hearing what was said, "Good evening, Sevin" he remarked in a polite enough tone, and remarkably, with proper inflection of the mans given name in such a way that suggests he is either quite capable with languages, or he's been corrected at least once. Perhaps both.

When his eyes turn back to August, notably due to the newfound dragging of her fingernails through the stubble of his face, and he smiled with a twitch at either side of his mouth, the squinting of his eyes forming gentle crowsfeet, "Sure. But…" he reached out a hand to rest against the small of her back, flourishing the other toward the table, "You sit, I'll make us both some. You in a kitchen terrifies me. You can burn water."

*

Kate shifts her gaze to Cash as he returns to the kitchen and the table, watching him for a few moments quietly. She takes another bite of her taco and sets it down, chewing slowly. "Auggie, can you grab me some juice if you're going back in that direction?" She asks, turning her head slightly to catch sight of the barefoot woman. "I think I should stop drinking beer for now." She picks up her phone, takes her time, and taps out a text message. She sets her phone down once she's finished and reaches out to steal a cherry tomato from Sevin's plate.

*

Sevin can be amiable, from time to time. And he even manages not to be a jackass when he puts his mind to it. Cash's return garners a flick of his pale eyes, though his head remains down as he devotes himself to the tricky task of eating his taco without wearing it. "What brings you by here tonight? It's been a while." The theft of a tomato triggers a look askance to Kate, and he notes quite reasonably, "You've got your own fucking tomatoes." And promptly steals one in return.

*

August clucks her tongue and looks up at Anthony when he cracks on her kitchen skills. But, you know, fair. It's absolutely true. "You set a kitchen on tiny fire one time." Six times. "And nobody ever lets you forget it." Luckily it was only the microwave. Hey, Kate, there's a new microwave in the Garage Suite, by the way, which will be noticeable upon the next inspection or tour. No scorch marks, though. The real kitchen fires have all happened elsewhere, out of state, in fact. Which is a story for another time. "Thanks, baby." Aug turns to Tony and presses a soft kiss to his throat, then she's wandering barefoot back toward the table, stopping at the fridge to grab a beer, and a cup of juice for Kate.

August twists the top off the cold beer with a hiss of pressure release, takes a sip from the bottle, then picks up the juice and wanders back. She puts the open beer at the place beside hers at the table, obviously for Anthony. When she sits, she looks right across to Cash. "I'm sorry, babe." Just that. But she does sound like she means it. She leans over to pass Kate the juice. She smirks at the tomato piracy.

*

Contemplative silence. It lingers for a moment, though it's broken when Sevin addresses him directly. "Ah, well…" Cash begins, reaching back to rub one hand across the nape of his neck, "I had a mind to drag someone who stays here out to dinner, but they weren't home." Dinner. In dress blues. That's certainly a dinner. August's apology gets a wave from him and shake of his head. "Stupid decisions deserve stupid consequences." He says, and then stands to actually fetch a beer. He needs one after all of this.

*

A slow, creeping curl to one side of Anthony's lips marked his amusement at August's words and he nodded his head in a simple, curt motion after she had kissed his throat and made her way to the fridge, "That's what I figured" he remarked after her as he transitioned himself into the kitchen where he gathered one plate, proceeding to align a series of shells atop it and spooning particular and concise inregient selections into each one to compile, what he believed, to be a tolerable, daresay enjoyable taco.

The words of Sevin warrant a glance toward Cash to listen to his response, and he pressed his lips together in thought. "You goin' out onna' date with someone who lives here?" he inquired of the blue-clad man, "Man or Woman?" he asked, perhaps more forward than socially acceptable as he finished compiling his taco's which he brought out to the table, setting them down before August.

He tugged himself free of the lengthy, and likely weighty, lambskin overcoat and revealed the fanciful three-piece light grey ensemble beneath before assuming his position next to the tattooed woman, pressing a kiss to her cheek before reaching for his beer.

*

"You don't have siblings do you. Sharing is important." Kate hisses at Sevin, tempted to steal another tomato, but actually wanting to keep her fingers. She'll finish off the taco on her plate and settle back in her chair, sipping at her juice. "I made dessert too, but honestly after two tacos I'm feeling kind of full. I found the recipe this afternoon, called Better Than Sex Cake." It's in the fridge cooling down. She knows Katya isn't staying here so she wisely declines to ask questions, it's not nice to be nosy, and then Anthony takes care of it for her. "You know what, I think I'll have some cake after all." She gets to her feet, moving to pull the glass dish from the fridge.

*

"Mm." That's the sound Sevin makes as he in turn contemplates Cash's reply. He gives the marine's uniform a little glance, and then resumes trying to stuff his face with taco. He crunches, chews and swallows, then swipes at his beard with his napkin. "I think I've still got something of yours. Incidentally." The man looks amused, though it's subtle. "I don't," he tells Kate mildly, and watches her as she gets up to fetch the cake. "Better than sex cake." A beat. "I highly doubt that."

*

As August settles back in her seat, she pulls out her phone under the table, and a little grin parts her lips as she fires off a fairly fucking lengthy text, high speed, thumbs typing like the wind. Her nails click-clack on the screen rapid-fire. There's the soft sound of one text outgoing, and then another, slightly shorter. Maybe, yes, she coughs slightly as Tony asks 'man or woman?', but could be the beer not sitting right. Cough, cough. Mm. Need some juice. She reaches for her juice glass, and takes a hearty swig of that right there. Apple juice is the good stuff. "Bespoke tacos." She glances up from her phone in her lap, leaving it there, screen up, and grins over to Tony full on now. Her gaze lingers on his eyes, a look passing between them. "Oh, cake for me too, Katie!" That breaks her attention briefly, and then she's looking askance at Cash. "Why's it called Better Than Sex?" Dubiousness, thy name is August. And apparently Sevin. The second anyone near her has an unguarded tomato, she's getting in on the swiping action. Watch your plates, people. Game on.

<TXT> From August to Katherine - Did you text Katya? Did she answer? He's here for Vyv. Awks.
<TXT> To August from Katherine - I did, but she didn't answer and WHY is he here for Vyv. Holy shit, are they doing it?
<TXT> From August to Katherine - I swing both ways, why wouldn't he?
<TXT> To August from Katherine - You know, that's a good question. I can't swing from more than one vine. I can barely hold on to one vine. Sevin is a vine with thorns.

*

Cash blinks. Pauses. Opens his beer with an audible clack-clack-hiss sound. "That's a bold question." He says, and then finds his seat again, "Why do you ask?" Pauses again, but this time for a drink, "And if you must know, a man." All said with a tone that is incredulous - Like he's legitimately unsure what this has to do with the price of tea in China.

Catching Sevin's comment then, he turns his attention the other pilot's way. "You do? That's… Oh right! My scarf." He snaps his fingers, "I should probably get that back at some point."

*

Bzzzt! Anthony's pocket buzzed to life and it stopped him in his tracks in the process of taking the first drink of his beer. Lowering it back down from his lips, Tony slipped the phone free from his pants pocket and glanced at the screen after a finger tap. He squinted for a brief moment, glancing from the screen to Cash and back down to his screen, he shook his head and deposited the device into the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket.

Cash's words drew Tony to find him anew with his eyes and a slight smile, "Because I know, roughly, who stays here, and by asking that I can more or less figure out who you're here to see…" Tony shrugged and finally took that drink from his beer. Turning his head toward August, he shook his head at her slightly, leaning in to whisper something to the woman.

*

Kate pulls the cake from the fridge, her gaze settling on Sevin for a moment as a slow smile curls her lips. "I'll take that as a compliment." She cuts two pieces of cake, pauses for a moment to fire off a text when her phone buzzes, and leaves the rest out in case others want some. She sets a piece in front of August, sticks a fork in it and settles in her chair. The cake is chocolate, filled with caramel sauce, topped with toffee, chocolate chunks and whipped topping and then drizzled with chocolate ganache. "My mom either got it from a cookbook, or wasn't having the best relations with my dad, despite the seven kids." She takes a forkful and puts it in her mouth, a noise escaping her throat. "Goddamn that's good." She forks another piece of cake, holding it toward Sevin, eyebrows raised. For all intents and purposes she's keeping her foot out of her mouth and that conversation.

<TXT> To Sevin - This guy, Cash, apparently married Katya in Vegas. Just..uh.. don't say anything to him that might make him run off.

*

Sevin's cell phone buzzes, and he furrows his brows before sliding it out of his pocket. The screen is checked quickly, and he rolls his eyes before tapping out a response and setting it on the table beside him. "I don't have it with me," he clarifies for Cash with a flicker of an apologetic smile. And, "How are those F-35s treating you?" His phone buzzes again, and he ignores it for the time being. Though he does crook his finger to Kate, to lure her in closer with that forkful of cake.

*

Under her breath, August says, "I swing both ways." The rest trails off. You know, her lips are moving and she's texting. So there's a better than good chance she doesn't realize she said that bit out loud. It's very quiet. I mean you might only catch it in that space between crunchings and sips and conversation, and potential fork action if anybody's using utensils for tacos (heathens).

Aug snorts at something as her phone buzzes from under the table, picks up her juice, glances down, chokes just a little bit, and shoots a look at Kate. She puts her glass on the table, wipes juice off of her chin with the back of her hand, and flicks a glance at Tony. Just in time to see the look on his face after he checks his phone. A grin quirks her lips, and there's a little flash of her teeth when Anthony leans in. "Guilty." There's a little eyebrow raise with that. She swipes a finger over the frosting on the cake, and right into her mouth the finger goes. At least it stops her fucking around with her phone.

*

There was a brief squint from Anthony's eyes at August when she murmured, and then his eyebrows rose as she snorted, laughed, cleaned her chin, grinned, and replied to him all in the span of a few moments. He reached a hand out and patted his hand against August's thigh with a shake of his head, leaning in to kiss her on the temple prior to leaning back into the rigid back of his chair, taking a deep breath and taking a long drink of the icy beer bottle in hand, a shifting of his Adam's apple as he drank down a few swallows and sat the beer back down,

The mention of cookbook however, seem to spurn his attention back and he glances at Kate, "Oh, Kate. I have your mixer. They were backordered after the Holidays in the local store, so I wasn't able to have it here prior to your return from Paris. But my kitchen doesn't need it" he smiled

*

Kate lets Sevin take the bite that was on her fork, scooping more up for herself. "I also think I need a new toaster oven. One of my sisters tried to make pizza in one of them and started a fire. Toaster ovens make the best smores. I feel cheated in life." She reaches for her juice to take a drink, swirling the liquid around for a moment or two. "I didn't do it." She says to August, for shooting a look at her, and then her attention is on her cake, because it really is very good. So much chocolate.

*

With Cash distracted by something - the will to live, perhaps, and not meet an untimely death by choking on his food - Sevin may never know how his fellow pilot is faring with that boondoggle of a fighter. Instead, he accepts the offered bite of cake, and acknowledges that it's pretty good with a murmured, "It's pretty good." He wipes some icing off his beard with his thumb. "But I don't know that it lives up to its name." He scratches at his stomach while he checks his phone, then nudges it away and elects not to answer. "How's, uh, business, Malone?" Social butterfly, thy name is not Sevin.

*

August's phone goes into her back pocket after she nearly fumbles it onto the floor. It goes into her back pocket, and she does not look at it again for a while. There are tacos in a line on her plate, and she clearly has issues making use of technology and drinking at the same time. "Sorry, all, apparently Jasper—" She clears her throat. "Jasper had to call an ambulance for a dude who dropped out in the middle of a tattoo." She doesn't move to leave, so apparently whatever the tattoomergency is, merely needed to be informed, not go get involved.

Under the table, Aug reaches over to rest a hand on Anthony's knee, then digs into the tacos with her other. She chews very, very carefully. Very carefully. And she puts the taco down, leaning back in her chair. Her posture goes a little bit boneless, head tipping back a little. "Toaster oven was not me." Her silvery gaze flicks back to Anthony. She reaches for one of the tacos.

*

"Dropped out. Passed out? Died?" Kate looks concerned for a moment, and then distracted by Sevin and the cake. "Again, that's a compliment. If you need a side by side reference.." She trails off, aiming an innocent look in his direction before she takes another forkful of cake. "I should call Charlotte and see if she's willing to open tomorrow so I can sleep in, especially since I don't have a morning show to do tomorrow."

*

Sevin has eaten three tacos and a large bite of cake, and appears to be done. For now. Though he's eyeing the bucket of beer on the counter while Kate is getting all torn up about someone maybe dying in August's tattoo chair. "Who died?" Worst game of telephone ever. He slides a hand around Kate's jaw, fingers slipping into her hair as she's abruptly drawn close for a low murmur. Then he grins against her cheek, kisses it, and gains his feet with a tiny wince. Off he goes to fetch himself a beer.

*

"Died?" Is about where Anthony's brain catches back up with the conversation, shifting an appraising glance over August's facial features, he offered a light smile and glanced over toward Sevin when he spoke, brows rising, "Ah" he noted softly, shrugging a single shoulder upward, "It goes. The house finally closed so we're in the process of moving some stuff in and around, Likely going to host some sort of get together once it stops being so blizzard prone" he mentioned.

Tony's look reigned in from Sevin, over Kate, and then back toward Cash whom he appraised entirely on his own for a moment before shaking his head.

"Right, so who died again?" he squinted, canting his head aside at August.

*

"Passed out, but passed out hard enough, enough times to call an ambulance. So, could be pain issue, underlying heart issue, pussy in the chair issue," August ticks off a list of several things, tipping her head a little. She puts the taco down again, seemingly not all that hungry. She picks a piece of chicken out of it, and pops that into her mouth instead. "I mean, he could be dead, but he definitely didn't die in the shop." Not that it's her shop. Not that she has to worry about that, really. Bzzzt. There goes her phone again. She licks her fingers and halfway reaches for it before she pauses. Pauses, then reaches for her Tony's beer.

*

Kate winces as August explains who fainted, and then maybe died. She grins as Sevin leans in to say something quietly and she simply takes another bite of her cake. "I'm actually getting kind of sick of the snow myself. It gives me a lot of excuses for hot chocolate and chocolate croissants, but .." She shrugs and gets to her feet, picking up her phone as she takes her plate to the sink. She shoves the phone in her back pocket and starts to pull containers from the cupboard. "Gonna put this stuff away, and then tomorrow..taco salad for lunch." She twirls her empty fork in the air. "I bet Charlotte can pull that off without help."

*

Sevin is still wondering who died, and August's explanation doesn't do a whole lot to address that elephant in the room. He snags a beer by the bottle's neck, and flicks the cap off with his thumb.. and ends up winging it at Kate, instead of catching it in his other hand. "Allaena. Sorry about that." As for 'business', he aims a thoughtful look in Anthony's direction as he takes up a lean against the counter with his beer. "I've heard it's going to get worse." The weather. The weather is a safe topic, isn't it?

*

August's tongue pokes into the corner of her mouth as she leans slightly into that reach, and then her hand stops a couple of inches from the neck of the beer bottle, her pointy black fingernails glossy in the light. And then, very slowly, her fingers close on the glass. Tink-tink-tink go her nails. She smiles, a slow little smile, and takes a small sip. She doesn't even like beer. And then she reaches over, very carefully, to put. it. back. There's only a slight fumble, but nothing goes over, so it's all good. "Seems like a waste of good Nacho potential." She glances down the table at the others. "What about the weather? No, more snow?" She clears her throat. "I heard there's an old west type little town near here. Anybody been there?"

*

Anthony watched August handle the neck of his bottle with a cool bit of laughter beneath his breath, which then resulted in flashing her a devillish sort of smile. He parted his lips to speak, though Sevin's words on topic of the weather caused him to glance toward the man and sigh, "Wouldn't be surprised. It was fuckin' seven today…" he trailed, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Owell, the house will be perfectly fine come springtime. Likely even better with any actual leaves on the trees" he commented and brought his left hand to rest atop the table, inclining his hand in such a way to frame his chin in the cup of his palm casually. His attention glanced toward August briefly at the talk of the old western town, "Briefly. I seem to recall driving through someplace like that when I first got here because I missed a turn or somethin…"

*

Kate has better reflexes when she's not wound up tighter than a jack in the box. She bats away the beer cap, continues to put away food. "I mean, nachos can happen, there are plenty of things here to make it with. Just saying, all in the fridge. I'm not gonna be home until dinner." She turns to put things away, pouring the tortilla chips back into the bag they came out of. "There are a ton of activities there every year. They do it up big, reenactments of stuff, faires. It's a good time, and a fun place to visit. There is a house there you can apparently host dinners in. Fancy ones."

*

"Can't come soon enough," is Sevin's murmured reply. "I've had enough of this fucking cold." Tell them how you really feel, Dr. Khan. A sidelong glance is shot to Kate when she mentions not being home until dinner time, and his slight smile isn't entirely hidden in beard scruff. Beer bottle brought to his lips, he takes a long swig of it and swallows. Shake of his head no, to the question about the old west town. Then his phone rings, and he pauses before checking the number. "Excuse me." Moving off a short way, he connects the call. "Madha? La. La. Limadha taetaqid.." And the rest of what he says likely isn't audible as he wanders out of earshot.

*

"Your sense of direction is awful," Auggie mutters with a laugh. She wrecks her cars and Tony's constantly taking the scenic route, long way 'round. Though maybe that really doesn't have to do with his sense of direction at all. She reaches over to touch his wrist, then pushes up his sleeve to check the time on that fancy ass watch, leaning in close.

She did noticed the cap fumble, and Kate's swatting of it, but says nothing about it, instead shooting a glance at Sevin, a little smile like the thought about razzing him for it, but doesn't. When Kate elaborates on the little town, she glances over at Anthony like she's having an inkling. Hm. Then her gaze turns back to Kate. "I second that. I freeze my tits off every damn day. I need it to get warm enough for at least the hot tub. At least." She goes silent for a long moment, thinking.

*

Tony's eyes took Kate in while processing her routine putting away of the kitchen appliances, foodstuffs and utensils. He made a soft 'hah' noise and shook his head. The motion of August's hand toward his wrist, lifting the material of his suit jacket and revealing the flash of silvery cufflinks emblazoned with a deathshead moth that matched entirely the one tattooed on August's throat, as well as the glimmering display of, were one to have any idea as to watches or their value, what was likely a small vehicle's worth in a masculine timepiece…or perhaps even a small home in the right area.

"Gettin' a little late…" he remarked toward August aside, providing her a smile as he leaned over and pressed his lips to the corner of August's own, paired with a gentle brushing of his hand against the back of her neck and messy updone hair. "If you'd like to ride…?" he offered August, "You can come back around dinner tomorrow too" he chuckled softly.

And as if he had recollected something, he turned his eyes toward Kate again, "Katherine, that reminds me. You're August's best friend, would you please, for the love of God, bug her about at least *looking* at cars, even if it's on the internet? I told her I wanted to go car shopping for her three days ago and she placated me by saying she'd think about it…" he practically glared at August then.

*

Sevin is still off taking his call. Head down, free hand shoved in his pants pocket, chattering away in Arabic with considerably more ease than he ever approaches conversations in English.

*

"I don't mind the winter anymore, after twenty eight winters here…I've built up a tolerance." Katherine watches Sevin walk off, talking on his phone, and then her attention is drawn back when her name is said. "Oh, cars? Doesn't she have a car?" She gazes at August and shakes her head, putting the last of the food away, picking up a rag to clean off the counter. "You mean you're getting your choice of heated seats for free and you're gonna think about it? Just think, it can be the cupcake-mobile." She finishes wiping up, throwing the towel in the sink. "Hey, I wish I had taken advantage of the offer of a new car when a rich man was trying to butter me up. Be like Nike, August. Just do it."

*

Auggie's finger slip free of Tony's wrist finally, the tip of her index finger brushing over his cufflink on a circuit down his arm. "Babe. I told you. I like your truck." August's smile is soft in reply to his plea to Katherine regarding her own personal safety. "I don't know what he's talking about. I said no such thing." And he cannot prove she did either. The silvery-eyed woman's smile ticks up a bit. "He won't give me his keys. You know I like something with a few miles on it." This is to the room at large. August's smile tips toward a smirk, and then it's all downhill from there. She shoves all the tacos at her place, and the chocolate cake onto the same plate, not giving a crap if they're touching. "Would y'all excuse me, please? I have a ride to catch." That sounds like a euphemism. But most things do when August says them. She's awful that way. She leans into the hand slipping up the back of her head. Her gaze turns to Anthony. She moves to rise, then. "You're offerin', I'm taking you up on it." She glances over to Sevin, briefly, perhaps surprised to hear so many words come out of the man at once, not that she understands any of them.

*

Sevin hangs up rather abruptly, and spends a moment checking something on his phone. An email, perhaps; it requires some scrolling, his tonguetip pressed against the inside of his cheek while he considers whatever it is. Then the device is flicked off, and he pauses a moment before slipping it into his pants pocket, and moving to rejoin the others. "You two have a good evening," is offered August's way. And by extension, Anthony's. His pale gaze doesn't quite make contact with either one of the pair, and he moves to fetch and shrug into his jacket. Kate was likely correct in stating she'd not be staying here tonight.

*

There's a moment of quiet exchange between August and Anthony, and then Aug steps over to kiss Kate's cheek. "Thank you for dinner, Katie. It was delicious as always." She didn't eat much, but she enjoyed what she did have, and, like a squirrel, is running off with some leftovers. She gives Kate's shoulder a squeeze, digs around for a piece of plastic wrap, and secures her booty to the plate before she wanders off with it, lest it end up all over the floor of the truck. Nobody wants to hoover at 7 degrees in the dark. "Goodnight, my loves." Breezily, August re-joins Tony at the door, mutters something as he hands her his keys, and then the two exit with August talking all the way out. "You want me to drive? Ok. But no pumping the imaginary brake when we hit that one curve…"

*

Kate grins at August, returning the kiss on the cheek gently. "Be careful, August." She responds, moving to pick up her overnight bag that she's been keeping packed. She hits the lights, dropping the first floor of the B&B into darkness before she joins Sevin. "So, when is the last time you had such a good taco Tuesday, hmm?"

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