Treat

Posted on Thu Oct 15th, 2020 @ 9:51am by Liam O'Connor

488 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Episode 107 – Recovery
Location: Kitty O'Shea's
Timeline: MD4

Humming an old folk song to herself as she swept the floor, Kitty O'Shea paused for a moment to admire her work. Like many of the establishments on the promenade, the Irishwoman had fully embraced the Halloween spirit. The interior of her bar had been transformed into a witches hovel. Cobwebs, broomsticks, a creepy holographic cat which would randomly leap up onto tables at random intervals and a bubbling caldron which illuminated the room in a spooky green glow as 'smoke' spilled down the sides and spread out to cover the floor.

Even her staff had thrown themselves into the occasion, planning to dress up in identical costumes for tomorrow's celebrations. Given they had all come in today dressed as prisoners in a chain gang, she dreaded to think what they would come up with for the 'big day', let alone how they planned to do all of their work now she had hidden the key that would unlock them.

Served them right. Prisoners indeed.

Resuming her clean up, she heard the door to the bar open, not even pausing as she called back, "sorry, we don't open for another twenty minutes..."

"Oh, in that case, we'll come back..."

Kitty gasped in recognition of the voice, dropping the broom as she spun around. "Oh, Jimmy!"

Embracing her inner, much younger self, she hurried to him, throwing her arms around him and squeezing hard enough that he complained she had broken a rib. "You said next week!"

"Yeah, well, I missed the place didn't I and when you said you were making some changes..." Jimmy peered into the dark interior, shaking his head. "Good thing I brought help."

Still holding him at arms length - and not one to ever be caught by surprise or off guard - Kitty frowned. "Help?" As if she needed help!

"Hey Kitty," Liam said with a small smile as he appeared behind his uncle, his son in his arms. "Miss us?"

"Oh my little cuttie," Kitty declared as she all but shoved her husband aside to scoop up the infant, kissing his cheeks as she checked him over. "You are getting so big, yes you are! And you!"

Her gaze turned to her nephew, "you couldn't tell me you were coming? I haven't got anywhere ready for this little bundle of cuteness. You will both need to sort a room for him while Joshua and I get reacquainted."

"He's three months old, not exactly much of a talker yet," Liam pointed out.

"No, but she sure is," Jimmy grumbled, hoisting up his bag as Liam followed suit with several more. Together, both men trudged through the bar trying not to knock over the carefully set up decorations in the process.

"You are just beautiful, aren't you? Oh! We are going to need to find you a costume, aren't we? Now, come sit down with your auntie Kitty and tell me all your stories..."

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