dorian and joey

Who: Dorian and Joey
When: Morning
Where: Nevermore

With Ransom comfortably behind the counter, and the shop quiet, Joey didn't feel so guilty making two fresh cups of coffee and heading out of the cafe down to Nevermore. He was an intelligent kid, and responsible, so she knew she could trust him alone for a few moments so she could drop in on Dorian. She imagined his shop was probably busy, what with the ghosts not disappearing after Halloween. People were intrigued and frightened, and the supernatural bookstore she was sure most of them shunned when things were normal seemed to be the logical place to look for answers. With the chilly weather nipping at her ears and nose, Joey held the tiny cup holder in one hand and opened the door to step inside. She was greeted by warmth which allowed her to breathe again, and walking over to the counter, she set the coffees down and tugged off her gloves. "Did somebody order coffee?"

Who: Dorian and Joey
Where: Joey's Apartment
When: Around sunset and onwards
Warning: NSFW

By the time Dorian was leaving to pick up Joey, he was starting to notice that the little tricks of light that had been happening all day were beginning to make a more concrete appearance. All day he'd think there was something there, just out of the corner of his eye, but as soon as he turned, it was gone. He'd been able to pass it off as an overactive imagination brought out by the holiday, but now he was positive it was more than that. It gave him goosebumps each time, shocked since he'd never possessed an ability to see beyond the norm. As he knocked on Joey's door, he wondered if she'd seen anything herself, or if she'd think he was crazy for mentioning it.

Who: Dorian and Joey
When: Around sunset
Where: Joey's Cafe

With the news of recent animal attacks, the cafe had been much slower than usual after nightfall. Joey was well aware of what was out there, and out of concern for her employees, she sent most of the home around dusk and locked up on her own. She was absolutely sure she could take care of herself, and if she were faced with a dire situation, well... that's what her wings were for. Werewolves, thankfully, couldn't fly. Generally on Friday's she had a couple staff members throughout the day until closing time, but Joey slimmed down the schedule to include only she and Patty up until seven. If things were still slow, she would send Patty home and probably lock up early. The way the vacant cafe looked now? Joey was pretty sure it would be a very slow, short day.

At the moment, she sat near the iron fireplace toward the back of the cafe with a cup of coffee and the employee schedule, tapping the pencil absently against the table as she tried to focus on the task at hand rather than the fact that Marquette had a werewolf on the loose. And given it was a full moon, there would no doubt be more shifters wandering about later. It was disconcerting, and she couldn't help but wonder how many people would get hurt before sunrise.

Who: Dorian and Joey
When: Evening
Where: Nevermore

Who: Joey and Dorian
When: Late afternoon
Where: Joey's Cafe

Joey spent the morning keeping herself busy by tidying up her apartment, washing some laundry and filling her fridge with groceries before she showered, changed and went into work. She greeted people with a friendly smile before locking herself away in her office to do some paperwork and clear her mind. While she was fairly certain she wouldn't be seeing Ash again - but for a random run in around the small town - Joey was determined not to let it bother her. It wasn't the first time a connection had been severed by the revelation of her calling, and it wouldn't be the last. It was just... disappointing, as it always was. But these things happened and all she could do was accept it and move on.

After about an hour, Joey returned to the front of the cafe and allowed Patty to go home. The cafe was quiet and she was sure she could handle any business on her own until closing at six. She made herself a fresh cup of coffee and grabbed the newspaper to read at the counter, absorbing the local news as a way to distract herself from other things.