Once a former abbey, the building now serves as a pub that’s popular for co-eds and football fans alike. Its business is hopping thanks to the atmosphere and the customer service provided by owner-operator Kara Viridian.
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by: Katarina Bauer
#10956
May 10th, 2012
7 pm
The Abbey


Alibi? No.
How about a restaurant? No.
Alcohol…just keep it to a bare minimum, okay?


Katarina’s eyes were on the road as she drove away from work. She’d stayed a little later than anticipated, as it had been the last three days, she was a tad unable to focus on anything except the empty desk that lie before her; the desk belonged to Agent Cox. Or perhaps not even an agent anymore, based on the conditions of his leave.

She brushed one of those pesky little tears out of her eyes as she maneuvered through the flow of traffic, not wanting to let thoughts of her ex distract her on the way to the Abbey. Why the Abbey? Because it was neutral. It might not have been his preferred place to go, but after what happened, Katarina needed a location where she was comfortable too. Food, beverages and privacy were all offered here. Once parked, she locked up and strolled inside. Business looked steady for a Thursday evening, which was good. The more people, the more background noise, which meant less room for awkward silences.

She checked the message again.

715 at the Abbey. See ya there.

Recipient : K. Schmidt.

Not Matt. Not Cole or Lex or Jones or heaven forbid, Geoff. Schmidt. This visit was long overdue, and the original intended visit was soiled by the presence of a nagual, so Katarina had to triple check, nay, quadruple check, before setting her phone into her pocket.

"Hey Kat!" Seamus called from behind the bar. He was already fetching a pint glass for her when she walked through the door, and she just smiled at him, waving back.

“Thanks Shay.” She grabbed the mug from the bar and pointed over at the booth near the back, where there wasn’t much in the way of families or other patrons there to disturb their peace. Or so, she hoped.

“Help yourself, luv.” Seamus winked and let her go, wandering off into the back area with the bin of dirty dishes.

She slid into the booth and took a seat, careful not to spill any of the Newcastle from it, and set it on a bar-logo napkin to keep the table protected from the condensation. It was the waiting game now…she’d understand if he didn’t answer or stood her up altogether. She wouldn’t even be angry about that, no. Kat would just be out alone on a night she’d typically be out with Will or Wayne…except she really wanted to talk to Klaus.

Kat hoped he would show up.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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The past few days had been hell. Sunday had been the full moon, so he hadn't really seen Matt much since Thursday by that point. The next day, he'd hoped Matt would come home from work and wake him up from his nap like he usually did when he was switching his sleep pattern, so when he woke to find no Matt and the clock at 12 a.m., he'd been a little concerned but had written it off as Matt having gone out with Kat and spent the night or something. Or he was out on patrol, hadn't bothered to come home. So he had sent him a text, taken a little sleep aid, and fallen back to sleep until his alarm for work went off the next morning.

Tuesday, there had been no Matt in the morning and then no Matt at work but there was a Kat, and that was when he'd become concerned. Kat had looked a bit like hell, but he'd approached her to ask where Matt was. He'd received a rather brief response saying she didn't know and when he pressed further, she cut the conversation off. He'd found out from Cole a little later about the break-up, how Kat had decked Matt and broken his glasses before Matt had fled. And Cole wanted to talk to him about Matt. Klaus hadn't been ready to at that moment. His mind had been reeling.

Klaus had only made it four an hour after he got back from lunch before talking to Jones about leaving early. Lunch had been full of phone calls as had the one break he'd taken beforehand. He'd frantically called Matt a few times on the way home but he didn't answer. Klaus had gone to Matt's room as soon as he'd come home, and the only thing he found was a flier for a depression clinic and a noticeable chunk of his stuff was missing.

Wednesday had been a blur full of attempted phone calls whenever he dared to spare a moment and much less work completed. He'd tried to make up for it today, had brought coffee for Kat as well as a pastry and some for Cole, too, so he didn't have a chance to joke about being butt hurt, and had gone about his day. The phone calls he'd made had been fewer today, yet they were still there. He'd left the second the clock turned six and headed to his flat and had even ventured to the roof on the off chance Matt was up there. Nothing. He'd sat on the chaise in silence, jumping and grabbing his phone the second he received a text alert.

Kat. It was just Kat. As surprising as it was that she would text him after how she'd treated him since that night he'd seen the two of them snogging on his doorstep and the fact he had asked her about Matt the day after they'd broken up, it still seemed lackluster. He'd hoped it was Matt saying at the very least that he was alive and not to worry. Matt cared about people too much sometimes. He'd be considerate enough to let at least him know he was alive and well but in need of space, if this disappearance was of his own volition. Klaus' stomach turned. What had Cole noticed? Somehow, Klaus wanted to go to Cole's place rather than The Abbey to meet Kat right now. But he couldn't abandon her like Matt had, and maybe she knew something. He'd hit up Cole later.

Klaus arrived at The Abbey in the clothes he had left work in, which was certainly not how he usually would have gone out. Sure, it wasn't super business-y but it was still not a t-shirt and comfy jeans. He walked in, his eyes scanning for Kat until he saw her sitting at the booth. He nodded upward to let her know he'd seen her then went to the bar to order a double of whisky. He needed to take the edge off. Once that was served and he'd put some cash down, he walked over to the booth and slid in across from her. "Hey," he said softly, studying her slightly. She'd been so quiet at the office the past few days and he'd not dared approach her. She looked about as well off as he did, probably worse.
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by: Katarina Bauer
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Her stomach churned at the sight of him. Not in disgust, no no... Katarina was struck with a wall of emotions, consisting of anxiety, fear, surprise and elation. It was a confusing little roller coaster ride, but the fact of the matter was that Klaus was actually there, after her really short and sweet invitation, no questions asked, and no excuse to leave her alone for another night since everything came crashing down. Truth be told, she probably shouldn't have the pint Seamus gave her, sitting in front of her. She sipped at it a couple of times but hadn't even made a dent in taking it down any further. Katarina hadn't eaten all day, except her morning coffee which came from the office instead of the usual place Klaus would buy the brew that was just a treat, it was such a delight.

If they were standing, she wanted to just hug him. She wanted to bawl in his arms and tell him what a complete ass she was after the night she got together with Matt. Then again, she realized she could still do that, minus the hug and all, so that...she did.

"Hi." She said with a timid smile, her voice was so soft it was barely audible. Kat fought to keep it together. She didn't want Klaus to think she would use tears as some sort of leverage to tug at his heartstrings at some play of pity. It was the opposite. She felt pathetic, and didn't deserve said pity. All she wanted tonight, was a friend. Cole, try as he might, was at a loss for words when it came for comfort. He'd lost his fiancee to some tragedy a while back so he understood loss in a different way, and she appreciated his efforts. It just wan't the same, though. She needed to right the wrong she'd done to Klaus. "I didn't think you'd come--I didn't..." She breathed out, and as she reeled herself back in from the panicked outburst, she nodded slowly. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry...I was stupid, and awful, and all the things I said to you..."

She'd opened the floodgates. Not on purpose, but they were open now and there was no stopping it.

Katarina reached up and put her face in her hands, sobbing softly to herself. For a moment, she was embarrassed he'd actually come to see her. She was a complete mess.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
#14970
Klaus opened his mouth to interject that she didn't need to apologize, but as Kat placed her face in her hands and sobbed, he opted to reach over and place a hand on her upper back instead, rubbing in a circle. "Hey..." he said quietly, his brows furrowed in concern. "Hey... Hey now." Not particularly useful words but hopefully his tone was soothing? "I mean, I'm not going to say I wasn't a bit annoyed and confused by all that, but.... I mean...." What the hell was he supposed to say? Because he knew this little break down and meeting was not because she had been a bitch to him a few times at work since getting with his best mate. No, it was about his best mate and what had happened at the office the one day he wasn't in, the day that had rocked the Hounds to their very core all too recently.

"Listen, Kat...Kit Kat, please, don't worry about it. Just..." Ok, this was awful and awkward, and somehow the fact they were in public made it worse because he felt like he needed to help calm her down quickly to help her save face, but this conversation wasn't likely to get any less emotional. "Do you want to go for a walk?" Or he could drive them somewhere or whatever. He had no idea what to offer or how to make things better, and deep down, he knew there was nothing he could do or say other than be here, and it was the second most awful feeling he'd had in the past few days.

"We'll stop by the liquor store, get a pack, and go get drunk on a park bench." As long as a copper didn't come 'round, they'd be fine, right?
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by: Katarina Bauer
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He wasn't...pissed? He wasn't going to give her one of those stern Klaus looks with those blue eyes like fierce daggers and just tell her off? The gentle touch of his hand at her back made her calm almost instantly but it was still a surprise she didn't suffer the wrath of her outspoken partner at once. She'd wronged him, she knew she did. He was doing his best to diffuse the situation and she was grateful he hadn't ridiculed her and stormed off. Katarina raised her head, her tear-filled eyes stinging as she looked at Klaus, expecting him to have that flat look as if he would start in on some sort of tirade, but no his expression seemed to match his sincerity.

The use of her nickname made her huff, an unladylike chuckle after a round of blubbering and sobs was all she needed to look even more pitiful in front of him. It told her that he was trying to be okay with this and trying to keep her calm. She nodded at his offer of wanting to take a walk. Not that the Abbey wasn't accommodating, but getting a breath of fresh air, not confined to the walls of the pub where anyone could just drop in at any minute to ruin their moment of privacy, felt like a lot more reasonable. "Y-yeah..." She sniffled, "I'd like that."

Her eyes were cast down to the floor as she fidgeted, and then trailed over to the empty mug on the table. Leave with him to have drinks on a park bench? The thought of it just made her laugh but she wasn't opposed to that thought at all. "Yeah. Let's get out of here." It would be more comfortable for both of them to have this conversation elsewhere, so she pulled a couple of notes from her pocket and left them on the table. She gave one friendly wave at Seamus, and let Klaus lead the way toward the exit.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Klaus gave Kat a small, reassuring smile as she replied and waited for her to set her notes down before standing and leading the way. It almost felt like returning to his teen years, the prospect of sitting on a park bench getting drunk, but it was much better than the idea of going to his flat, which they both associated with memories of Matt, and it seemed more ideal than going to the house she shared with her brother and cousin. Certainly seemed a lot less dangerous than going and getting a hotel room, too. He wouldn't take advantage of her, but people did things when they were drunk that he'd rather avoid given everything. They'd had enough hiccups in their little friendship, and there was no denying he'd always found her attractive. Best to avoid any situation which would compromise things. Park bench was safe, and they couldn't get too pissed there because of public and possibility of coppers if they got to be too much. Three beers a piece would take the edge off but not leave them absolutely snookered.

Klaus held the door for Kat when they exited The Abbey then led her down the stairs before pausing sheepishly at the bottom, hands in his pockets as he looked up at her with a halfway embarrassed, sheepish little grin. "So, I have no idea the nearest liquor store or park. You?" He hadn't exactly been to The Abbey except maybe once, so it wasn't exactly his neighborhood to know the ins and outs of. He did recall it was a place Kat had mentioned going with her family on a near weekly basis, so perhaps she knew the area better than him. He figured he could drive them to whichever liquor store then the park so they weren't walking around tons more than necessary, so if push came to shove, they'd just head to someplace he knew.
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by: Katarina Bauer
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Kat thanked Klaus with a slight smile but when he said he had no clue where they were headed, she snickered. It was unladylike and a surprising little outburst but damn, did it feel good to laugh. Her face had been so sore, her eyes red and raw from all of the tears she'd been crying the last few days that laughing was a relief. She pointed down the street. "Joanie's liquor down the street, and just a couple of blocks down is the park." If he preferred to drive, she wouldn't have protested. It wasn't too far from where they were at currently, and she didn't mind the fresh air. She needed it.

Plus, they could air out some of their concerns along the way. But she'd leave it up to him, and follow his lead. "I'm good for either way. I wasn't expecting to leave the bar, much less leave with you and have the conversation last longer than a few minutes so I guess by my calculations we're already at a decent start, eh?" Katarina laughed, but this time it was nervous laughter, something she hid behind when uncertainty ran up and down her body. She was so worried he was just going to cut and run now, leave her with nothing more than a, "you know what, I can't do this" and head out. She wouldn't blame him. She was a pathetic mess, and even she was embarrassed to be out in public, the way she was.

She held back from lighting up a cigarette. It was a nervous tick, a habit she'd formed out of nowhere, born of stress and the overwhelming need after the breakup. As addicting as they were, she was still courteous, and Kat didn't want to give him any more reason to have him go.

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