If Kaidy had known Izzy was going to make the terrible mistake of letting Martin talk before he's had caffeine, she might have been less inclined to leave or in more of a hurry to get back: she's generally all in favour of teaching him to use his words, but there are limits.
Then again, maybe not. He's certainly come out with worse things.
In any case, she's not telepathic, but she is very much in need of a morning smoke, so she pulls on the bare minimum of clothing (underwear, trousers, boots... a good sports bra hides a lot of sins, and the ones it doesn't she's proud of) and, with a last thoughtful glance back at the two still in the bed, heads out the door.
Bar provides her with a new pack of her preferred cigarettes to slot neatly into her silver case, along with a smaller mug of tea; it's a nice bright morning, so for once she declines to inflict her filthy nicotine habit on the rest of the bar and instead strolls outside for a leisurely first smoke of the day in the sunshine just outside the back door.
(She does... wonder about Izzy. God knows she hadn't been at all sure that getting into a relationship with Martin was a good idea in the first place, given her long and notable history as a destructive romantic fuck-up, but at least he's relatively easy to read. Izzy, though, is quite possibly the weirdest little man she's ever met* -- and, more to the point, is almost impossible to read when he wants to be, which is most of the time. It isn't that she doesn't like Izzy, because - in defiance of all laws of probability and common sense - she does: he's dry, and smart, and adorably fun to spoil under that fizzing-with-repression, hyper-macho, balloon-about-to-burst exterior. He's just also... well, Izzy, with all that entails, and, well. She wonders, that's all.
She's also still wondering if she should have tipped Martin off about the fight back in Izzy's world - or rather, what it had told her about Izzy's earlier life. But she'd promised him, and she keeps her promises.
Anyway. Too late to put the brakes on now. Again. That might as well have been the family motto, really.)
Cigarette spent, Kaidy bolts back the last of the tea, pops in a breath mint, and returns to the bar for the usual breakfast order of bacon sandwiches and noticeably larger mugs of tea for three.
The whole thing is not particularly easy to carry back, even on a tray. Still, they can't have got up to much while she was gone.
*Okay, that might be unfair. But he's in the top three.
Re: Scene 1: Quite Early One Morning
Then again, maybe not. He's certainly come out with worse things.
In any case, she's not telepathic, but she is very much in need of a morning smoke, so she pulls on the bare minimum of clothing (underwear, trousers, boots... a good sports bra hides a lot of sins, and the ones it doesn't she's proud of) and, with a last thoughtful glance back at the two still in the bed, heads out the door.
Bar provides her with a new pack of her preferred cigarettes to slot neatly into her silver case, along with a smaller mug of tea; it's a nice bright morning, so for once she declines to inflict her filthy nicotine habit on the rest of the bar and instead strolls outside for a leisurely first smoke of the day in the sunshine just outside the back door.
(She does... wonder about Izzy. God knows she hadn't been at all sure that getting into a relationship with Martin was a good idea in the first place, given her long and notable history as a destructive romantic fuck-up, but at least he's relatively easy to read. Izzy, though, is quite possibly the weirdest little man she's ever met* -- and, more to the point, is almost impossible to read when he wants to be, which is most of the time. It isn't that she doesn't like Izzy, because - in defiance of all laws of probability and common sense - she does: he's dry, and smart, and adorably fun to spoil under that fizzing-with-repression, hyper-macho, balloon-about-to-burst exterior. He's just also... well, Izzy, with all that entails, and, well. She wonders, that's all.
She's also still wondering if she should have tipped Martin off about the fight back in Izzy's world - or rather, what it had told her about Izzy's earlier life. But she'd promised him, and she keeps her promises.
Anyway. Too late to put the brakes on now. Again. That might as well have been the family motto, really.)
Cigarette spent, Kaidy bolts back the last of the tea, pops in a breath mint, and returns to the bar for the usual breakfast order of bacon sandwiches and noticeably larger mugs of tea for three.
The whole thing is not particularly easy to carry back, even on a tray. Still, they can't have got up to much while she was gone.
*Okay, that might be unfair. But he's in the top three.