First Impressions [OPEN THREAD]
Nov 20, 2016 9:05:59 GMT -8
Post by Kate McDermot on Nov 20, 2016 9:05:59 GMT -8
Kate stood for several minutes outside in the cold before she dared to venture in. She considered turning round and going home, but the light spilling out into the darkness from the pub's windows looked so inviting that she couldn't help herself. The BBC employee had to brace herself. She got funny looks just walking down the street; God knew what people would think of her when she actually had the audacity to walk into the village pub. Still, she was dying for a drink, and she suspected that if she stood out here much longer, her fingers would begin to fall off. Mustering her courage, Kate reached out and pushed open the door, entering The Station.
The relief she felt was immediate as she closed the door behind her and was enveloped by sweet warmth, as well as the buzz of many conversations. This would seem to be the place where everything happened in the village. Not that that was unusual; wherever there was alcohol on offer, people would congregate. and in this village, the pub would be the only location that seemed to fit that criteria. This was probably the most people that she'd seen in one place since arriving in Penchurch.
Walking through the cosy room, Kate looked neither right nor left as she made her way up to the bar. She could swear that the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt the weight of many glances on the back of her head. But maybe that was just her being dramatic. On reaching the bar, Kate practically collapsed onto it, resting both arms on the warm, slightly tacky wood.
The relief she felt was immediate as she closed the door behind her and was enveloped by sweet warmth, as well as the buzz of many conversations. This would seem to be the place where everything happened in the village. Not that that was unusual; wherever there was alcohol on offer, people would congregate. and in this village, the pub would be the only location that seemed to fit that criteria. This was probably the most people that she'd seen in one place since arriving in Penchurch.
Walking through the cosy room, Kate looked neither right nor left as she made her way up to the bar. She could swear that the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt the weight of many glances on the back of her head. But maybe that was just her being dramatic. On reaching the bar, Kate practically collapsed onto it, resting both arms on the warm, slightly tacky wood.
