THE CITY NEVER SLEEPS AT NIGHT / OPEN

[KATHERINE ELIZABETH VALENTINE.]

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

The incessant whine of the alarm clock going off for the last fifteen minutes had been enough to wake up the soft-sleeping baby down stairs and irritate the elderly lady across the hall but it didn't seem enough to rouse the sleeping Kat from her camouflage of mix-matched comforters and abstract pillows. In fact, when she groggily woke up and frantically blinked her eyes from her disorientation she wasn't even going to bother to check her alarm, fuck who it disturbed, (fuck these shitty walls too) she was tired as hell from last night and the sour taste that coated her tongue spoke volumes to the hangover she had just dodged if not her tendency to over sleep. But it wasn't the rotten taste in her mouth that made her leap from the sheets like someone had just lit a fire in her own bed, it was the digitized red numbers that read 4:00pm. Shit.

It can't be 4:00 already, I woke up at 12, ate something - drank something - but hell was I tired, holy shit Dante will kill me if I'm late. Anxiety and habit made her grip her lower lip in her teeth, frantically searching through her closet as she abstractly threw clothes onto the bedding she had just sprung from. Though as she caught the sight of herself in the mirror she wished she hadn't. Her hair was frizzy and greasy, sticking out in awkward places and anywhere but where it should be - she looked sleep deprived with dark circles under her eyes and more or less - worse for wear. Leaving this apartment without a shower was not going to happen, so clumsily tripping/falling down the hallway she stumbled and fell into the back tub and onto the knob that flooded the poreclain bath tub with water. Wincing at the cold of the water, Kat sucked up her body's natural defense to leap back in reaction and pressed on through the frigid temperatures.

The bathroom was steaming when she emerged, frantic eyed and yet looking much better than her askew appearance before Kat sprinted back and forth from the bathroom and her closet. Panties, bra, shirt, pants, shoes. It's 4:30, shit. Deciding that the best she could do was throw some mousse in her hair and hope that driving with the windows down would toss it into a somewhat admirable shape she took her bets, grabbing an apple on the way out with her keys hanging from her teeth as she focused on buttoning her shirt. Fuck, too big. Rolling her eyes and managing to balance her purse on the crook of her elbow and the fruit in the crook of her purse Kat decided that tying it around her midsection was the only admirable solution for the moment and ignored the gnawing agitation that she was once more late as she slipped into the driver's seat of her Camry.

Brakes hissed in rebuttal as she squealed into the parking lot of Blur. The bar was beginning to flood with people and she was skirting around being late as she fumbled to exit and lock the car, strides taking her to the back door onto which she swung open with what strength she mustered and broke into the employee's locker room. Some how she had managed make up and an electric look in the hour it took her to shower and get ready, ready to put on the show as Katherine clocked in and entered the main room, unbuttoning just one more button on her blouse as she took her position behind the bar. Running a hand over its smooth counter top she couldn't help but admire her job, ever since she was a kid she could remember her parents coming to Blur's - now she was working here. Turning to her first customer she tossed her blonde locks behind one svelte shoulder. "What can i get for you today?"

words: seven hundred.
outfit: click!
comments: come and keep kat company?

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