OOM for older Doc and Kate, Milliways, Room #100

[mm_barlow]

She leads the way up the stairs to her room, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure Doc is still with her. If it were any other man, she might lead him by the hand -- or the collar -- finding ways of 'accidentally' rubbing up against him, and giggling like a vixen. But all Doc gets is an occasional smirk from behind her curtain of gold hair, until she stops at her door and unlocks it.

She backs her way inside (again, she knows Milliways is safe, and has no reason to check the room beforehand to make sure nobody's broken in) and flicks on an electric light.

"Make yourself at home," she says.

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[scurlock]

Doc is glad she doesn't make efforts to distract him on the way upstairs -- he's already on edge from having to make the trek across the crowded, unfamiliar bar. Climbing a narrow stairwell up to another floor sets more alarms off in his head.

He takes solace in the fact that she isn't worried. If she was, he'd be more cautious, outwardly.

He smiles, once she's opened the door and they've stepped inside.

"Seems y'got yourself quite a fine room, in this establishment," he praises.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Miss Bar don't cut no corners," she informs him, plunking her key down in a dish on the corner of her desk.

It's not completely unfamiliar to someone from their time -- Kate likes to feel comfortable where she is, and an overly stark, futuristic room just doesn't encourage those feelings. But it's definitely got all the modern amenities. Electricity, running water, heat... there's a tiny little radio on her dresser that one of her friends around here calls an "eye pod."

But there are also books -- lots and lots of books, and bookshelves, and book ends. On her desk there are a few journals and loose papers, an inkwell and pen, and by her bed on an end table there is a large volume of poetry.

There are also newspapers -- Texas newspapers -- with renderings of her face on the cover, on the table in the corner and pinned to the wall. Not out of conceit, but mostly out of personal amusement.

"You can even git hot water any time you want in the washrooms here. They plumb it right in," she adds absently, stretching her arms behind her head.

(The room also smells like her.)