Leather, Sand, and Blood

The Next Day

The next day Lorelai woke up with a shiver and an empty house. She had forgotten that Santa Carla got cold, at least when the sun wasn't bright and shinning. Squinting to look out from her window, Lorelai noticed that the sun was just starting to creep out from the horizon and that the sky was lightening with every passing second. Grabbing her phone off of the night stand, she groaned when the digital 6:15 shone into her eyes; she hated waking up early but her body would naturally get up on its own, never letting her sleep for more than a few hours at a time.

Dragging herself downstairs, she saw a note sitting where she had left hers last night, her fathers cursive writing filling the page. Lorelai always loved her fathers handwriting, it was neat and rather larges because of teaching while hers was small and, in her opinion, messy, though people said they loved her handwriting she couldn't understand why. She picked up the note, scanning over the contents in the note. Apparently her father had gotten in very late last night, nearly the morning, slept for an hour or two, before he went back to the university where he taught. Of course, after many apologies in the note for his lack of attendance, at the bottom he wrote that he should be back around noon and they would be able to talk a little more. Lorelai chuckled at the note before leaving it on the counter, enjoying how much her father ranted instead of just getting to the point, it was one of the things that she missed about him. After searching through the kitchen, she settled with making some toast before getting about with her morning routine.

A few hours went by and she had distracted herself for as long as she could. While she never really gone all out while doing makeup, she played around with it to waste time, doing her eyeshadow and actually making wings with her eyeliner, finishing off with some fake lashes; she didn't like the feeling of foundation or concealer on her face and found no point in it if she was just going to sweat it off throughout the day anyhow. After that took her all of an hour, she raided through her closet for an outfit that would match the makeup, going through 3 different ones before she finally settled on a comfortable choice. Even though she knew she should have done something productive, Lorelai found herself sitting on the front porch swing with her drawing pad and some pencils, not really paying any attention to what it was that she was doodling. She wasn't a big drawer, preferring to write if anything, but every so often she would get some artsy vibes and she needed to let it out somehow. A car pulling into the driveway snapped her out of whatever daze she was in, a smiling spreading on her face when she saw her father getting out of the car, looking exhausted but happy. He climbed up the few steps, raising an eyebrow at the drawing pad in her lap. He didnt know that his daughter liked to draw, or that she was even good at it, by what little he could see. "Entertaining with a new hobby I see?" Lorelai looked down at the paper, eyes widening slightly at what she had drawn. It was the four pairs of eyes from her dream, all displaying different types of emotions, and she would bet that if she held it up to those bikers from last night, she would find a match for each sketch she had done. Quickly closing the pad, she hoped up and followed her father inside the house, shaking off the uneasiness she felt when she saw what she had drawn.

"Not really new. I did some people watching last night and I guess a few of them stuck with me." They walked into the kitchen, her father making some coffee while she got out two mugs and the sugar and milk. "What did you have to go to work for?" Her father sighed, rubbing his forehead and looking stressed out.

"Its my students. Everyone is stressing out about the convention and everyone is having so many problems with their presentations and my assistant is in labor so she wont be coming with us." Lorelai began to laugh, she just couldn't help herself. Chris looked at the giggling girl, confused at why she was laughing in the first place."What?" Lorelai began to settle down, taking in some deep breaths before she explained herself.

"I didn't mean to laugh, it just seems like everyone seems to just be falling apart over there! Why don't you ask one of your coworkers to help out? There has to be at least one who is nice enough to spend some time on the convention with you." Chris poured the finished coffee into their cups, each of them making their drinks virtually the same as he thought over who could help.