18:00 Oct 13, 2014
Fia walked through the door Taft was holding open for her and took a look around. She had been hearing about O'Malley's since the day she arrived in the mountain, less than two weeks later here she was. It seemed pretty typical for a good steak house. No peanuts strewn on the floor, no talking animatronic trophies on the walls, by all accounts O'Malley's didn't need a gimmick. Their steaks were just that good. There was a bar along one wall, with a pool table tucked close by, the rest of the room was mostly empty tables and booths.
The atmosphere was somewhat casual, which was good since she and Taft just come from spending a day at the range. She was in jeans and a henley, her olive field coat over them. It had started to get colder at night, though certainly not like when she was growing up. Fia was pretty sure her hair still smelled of smoke and gunpowder and her hands of gun oil. Somehow she didn't think Taft would mind.
They seemed rather quiet, so Fia wasn't surprised when the hostess immediately trotted over. Two, please. She answered the unspoken question just as Taft joined her. You want a booth or table, Handsome?
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