#interaction.kennedy

[sagefranklin]

— kennedy davis the jagged yard, downtown.

Crayons lay scattered across the bar top, the tiny blonde on the other end of them propped up on her knees and scribbling furiously as a blank piece of paper in front of her, completely focused on whatever image she'd conjured up in her mind. Sage bounced back and forth between finishing setting up the glasses and refilling the bottles that needed to on the other side of the bar and handing the focused toddler a new crayon color whenever she dared to look up from her masterpiece and ask for it. Daylight still streamed through the few windows that existed in The Jagged Yard, which meant they were far from opening. A hazard of being a parent and owning a business, she supposed, was when the new year inventory needed settled up, she had no choice but to bring Maggie along to do it while they waited for Atlas to finish up at work and take her home for the night. Making sure that the toddler wasn't going anywhere, Sage took a break from counting glasses and refilling bottles to peak around the corner of the office, finding another blonde engrossed in the work she was doing. "Anything I can help with?" The older blonde questioned, leaning against the doorframe. "Counting glasses is as mind numbing as it sounds. I think I'd rather be doing just about anything else."

@kennydavis

[mollywilliams]

— kennedy davis williams' house, bighorn hills.

It felt weird, approaching the house during a time when she knew that her brother would be gone. But in all fairness, she wasn't there for him and Atlas being around might only complicate the situation more or, at the very least, but a type of pressure on both of the woman that would only make things more tense. Also, Molly really wasn't sure where else she could look to find the blonde in the wild, so the home in which she once shared was her only chance. When the knock on the door led to reveal a blonde on the other side, her breathing stopped, the only motion displaying she was even still alive was her hand with held up a small bouquet of flowers she'd grabbed at the shop in town on her way over. "These are, uh, for you. For showing back up here again. I hoped they might soften the blow of seeing me."

@kennydavis

[sage-adler]

location: farmer’s market, downtown. status: closed for @kennydavis​

Bag forgotten? Check. Hands full? Also check. But was it a beautiful day to bask in the sun and forget all of her problems regarding kicking her sister out, the blow up Atlas had, and the bubble that she was insistent on keeping herself and her soon the be ex-wife in? Check, check, and check. It was hard to be mad about the simple action of forgetting her usual burlap bag that helped her make it through the weekly farmer’s market without looking like a juggling circus clown when she had yet to run into any of the above three people and the warmth of the bright sun made all of her issues with said people seem to float away - at least for the time being. Unfortunately, a side effect of forgetting her bag and being so distract by balancing the glass jars of tea and honey in her hands led to her bumping into another shopper, effectively sending all of her items to the ground below them. The following thud and crack of some of the glasses seemed quiet compared to the worry rushing through her veins at the thought of the person she bumped into being someone she very much didn’t want to bump into, especially when she would be stuck in that situation while she cleans up as much of the glass on the ground as she could. Thankfully, as she turned to apologize, she found that she didn’t recognize the woman at all. A grateful smile curved softly on her lips. “Thank god,” Sage mumbled in relief, correcting herself when she realized how insane she sounded. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you, I just... thought you were going to be someone I really didn’t want to see and I’m really glad you’re not.” Her brow furrowed and she waved to her mess on the ground. “Although I am really sorry I bumped into you, this is definitely on me for forgetting my bag at home today.”

[sagefranklin]

— kennedy davis atlas and kennedy's house, bighorn hills.

Usually Atlas was kind enough to pick Maggie up at her house in Claret Park, keeping to a routine that worked out for everyone involved. But on the rare occasion, Sage dropped the littlest blonde off at their house, happy to see just how excited the toddler was to be at her home in Bighorn Hills. A knock on the door brought an answer and the older blonde offered a soft smile when Kenny answered the door, Maggie already moving to make her way past the screen door and waving 'hi' to the other woman, tiny arms wrapping around the other's legs as Sage offered her own slight wave with the hand that wasn't holding her daughter's overnight bag. "Atlas said he'd be home in a few minutes, I felt weird just waiting in your driveway and this little one was a bit impatient. She loves it here."

@kennydavis

[sagefranklin]

— kennedy davis

Despite it being a few days until Halloween night, Maggie had taken to living in the Ghostface mask that her father had given to her, only taking it off when she absolutely needed to (eating, drinking, watching tv... the necessities, you know). Unfortunately, the pumpkin farm outing didn't quite count as one of the necessary times to remove the mask and so the two year old wandered, or wobbled more like it, across the grass of the farm as they perused the half-off pumpkins while waiting for the next hayride to pull into the station. "Speak of the devil...'s accomplice," Sage teased, spotting Kenny nearby as her hands fell to the top of the toddler's head and directed her toward the familiar woman, the tiny blonde's eyesight only working at about fifty, maybe sixty, percent beneath the mask. "Can you give Atlas my upmost gratitude for the mask gift? You know how terrifying it is to wake up to this," Sage paused for a moment, patting the top of Maggie's head as the toddler stood in front of her, "standing above you in the middle of the night?"

@kennydavis

[sagefranklin]

location: snowdrop soirée, peak seasons. status: closed for @kennydavis​

A charity ball wasn’t exactly where Sage had expected to be on a Friday night, especially when Coyote Night was just a day away and she should have spent the night preparing for that instead. But there was life outside of The Jagged Yard and being a mom and she knew she had to get out and experience it. Plus, she’d never turn down a night to harass her arch nemesis any way she could, even if it were at his own charity event. In the process of seeking Nathan out, the blonde stumbled upon a familiar face, one that just so happened to be friend and not foe. “Kenny! I didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” Sage greeted, a soft smile on her lips. “You look absolutely gorgeous. You here alone or is your lesser half out there sulking because there’s no way he could hold a candle to you?”

[mollywilliams]

location: break room, university heights. status: closed for @kennydavis​

Maybe her time was better spent elsewhere, yet with everything that had gone down lately, Molly found herself in need of a beer and a break... literally. Anger usually wasn’t her thing, especially when she could either remain blissfully ignorant or cold and calculated instead, but when some newfound friends had invited her out for the night, she couldn’t exactly find herself saying no and even found some enjoyment in throwing axes while tipsy. She was on her search for a third beer at the bar up front, sidling into the empty stool to place her order, when she recognized a voice not far from her and when she turned her gaze toward the sound, a familiar blonde head came into view. “Look at that, what a sight for sore eyes,” Molly offered, a charming smile on the outside feeling anything but on the inside. “Guess I’m glad I ran into you out here and not when you had an axe in your hands, hm?”

[sagefranklin]

location: hot cocoa stop, downtown. status: closed for @kennydavis​

The air had cooled in Providence Peak, leaving both Sage and the toddler in the stroller bundled up in their thickets coats and scarves, a sherpa lined baby blanket tucked in tightly around Maggie, and her own hat pulled on tight as they watched the blonde they both knew well approach. “Thanks for coming out with us today.” She handed Kennedy a steaming hot chocolate that she ordered while she waited on the streets of downtown, thankful the little pop up shop had chosen to show up in that exact spot that day. “I hope peppermint is fine, we got here a little early and I figured I’d order while we waited. I thought it would be cooled off by now, but I guess that’s the magic of hot chocolate, hm?” It was always scolding until it was ice cold, there never seemed to be an in between for cocoa even when she was a kid. “I’m sure it’ll cool off soon, I really didn’t expect it to be this cold when I promised this little one a chance to look at the window displays and I know she’s only a year and a half and she’s not going to remember it, but I don’t know... it’s never too early for a holiday tradition, right?”

[mollywilliams]

location: friendsgiving dinner, resort cabin. status: closed for @kennydavis​

“Look who the cat dragged in,” Molly grinned, approaching the woman she just so happened to already know would be there as she’d overheard her brother and the blonde talking about this event a few nights ago. Her eyes scanned Kennedy, observing the outfit she was wearing, before finally meeting her gaze, smile never falling from her lips. “It’s always hard to pull an outfit together last minute, isn’t it?” Her statement came with the taste of grape juice and the moonshine she’d smuggled in earlier. Then, she motioned toward the large windows covering the wall of the reception building. “You definitely don’t get views like this in Arizona.”

[mollywilliams]

location: atlas’ house, bighorn hills. status: closed for @kennydavis​

Her fist hovered just above the wood of the door, a slight curve of her lips at the fixed glass between it, remembering just how she’d first gotten through that very same door months ago, before ever meeting her long lost brother and eventually landing in the cast that she still donned on her dominant arm, just a few weeks from finally being able to get it removed. Her nose still ached, mostly from muscle memory and the prior injury she’d taken to it years before, and she wondered if she would regret this visit as much as she regretted throwing a punch the night of the soiree. But, she’d realized a few day ago she’d managed to leave a bag at the house that she once resided in, a bag that she was sure contained the necklace from her mom that she hadn’t seen in months, and finally felt daring enough to make an attempt in getting it back. She wouldn’t be surprised if she found out the blonde had long since burned it though.  Finally, Molly knocked her fist against the door, taking a breath as she stepped back and waited for it to be opened. She knew that Atlas wasn’t home judging by the lack of his car in the driveway, so she prepared herself for coming face to face with Kennedy before it happened. “I left a bag here in December. I’m just here to see if I can get it back.”

[mollywilliams]

location: atlas’ house, bighorn hills. status: closed for @atlaswilliams​ & @kennydavis

She knew of him - had for a long time, yet the thought of reaching out hadn’t ever really crossed her mind. What was she going to say? Hey, not sure if you knew about me but I’m your sister and our dad’s a dick? It wasn’t exactly the icebreaker she was looking for. Still, after a few years of couch hopping from one friend’s apartment to another and a short stint working for a traveling carnival running a suspiciously rusted ferris wheel, Molly got bored and found herself seeking chaos in the form of a dusty old Colorado neighborhood and an unsuspecting brother and... his blonde, mildly attractive lady friend?

“Damn, I should’ve done more research,” She called out as soon as they entered the house, clearly concerned about the bobby pin stuck in the door and the broken window next to it. It was unceremonious, but Molly hadn’t felt like searching around for a key when easy access was just a cracked window pane away. “Oh yeah, I’d probably get that fixed. Looks a little broken.” Her nose scrunched as she hopped off of the island, box of Cheerios she’d scrounged from one of the cupboard while waiting in her hands, leaning against the wall as she watched the couple in the entryway. She quickly directed her attention toward Atlas. “Didn’t think you’d be bringing a girl home, my bad. She’s a looker though. Would’ve called ahead, but turns out I didn’t have your phone number because we’ve never met because our dad is a philandering whore and I thought, hey, you know what could be a really fun icebreaker? So, congratulations, you’re a big brother.”

[sagefranklin]

A wall in the bathroom may not had been the best idea, but it did give her an even better one than plastering the incident reports in the hallway to the bathroom. "Okay, new idea, what about the inside of the bathroom stalls? Give people a little reading material while they're having their fifth drunken piss of the night?" She caught herself as soon as she said it and mentioned to Maggie in a whisper, "Don't repeat that." Thankfully, or maybe not so much, between Atlas and Sage as parents, the little girl had already taken to saying much worse in an attempt to copy her parents. As long as she didn't mention the words outside of their home and wasn't encouraged to keep saying them, no harm was being done. At the end of the day, words were simply just words. "Maybe we'll give her a few years before she starts making executive decisions here," Sage chuckled, the sound echoing off of the empty bar walls. "Actually, have you heard from Atlas? He should be here soon to pick her up. Definitely don't want you to get lost in the bar crowd when we open," the older blonde teased, ruffling curls that were just as blonde as her own and, ironically, the woman sitting in the office nearby. "Half off Corona, buy one get one half off margs, I think we're on to something for sure. Maybe some kind of tropical Jimmy Buffet themed cocktail to warm up the winter."

@kennydavis

"A wall in the bathroom could be fun." But that would only end with people hovering in the small space trying to finish whatever accident report they were stuck on. "Actually, maybe the hall isn't too bad." There were odd times when a line migrated from the bathrooms so a little literature could be good to distract drunken idiots from doing what they did best; create fights out of nothing. Glancing back at the mother and daughter duo, Kennedy immediately smiled at the little girl who'd won her heart from the moment that she'd met her. A spitting image of the other blonde who sat beside her. "Milk is a good idea, Mags." Ken chimed along with a smile directed towards the toddler. "Half priced milk with a little shot of something strong in it. We probably have to think about what we usually waste out of produce and figure out how to make sure we use them. I think we threw away some limes last week so we can do a half off corona night."

@sagefranklin

[sagefranklin]

Sage's brow raised, intrigued. "Could always redesign the tables with them or do an accent wall kind of thing," She suggested, thinking of the million ways they could display the pile of accident reports the bar had amassed since it opened decades ago. "Or make it a whole 'three out of five stars: beer was stale but at least the knives were sharp' aesthetic." She gave a soft chuckle before her attention turned back to the task she had spent the afternoon dedicated to; straightening up the bar, taking inventory, and figuring out how to use the last bottles of pine-soaked liquor and cranberry garnishes. "What do you think, Mags?" The older blonde questioned the toddler, a teasing wrinkle to her nose as the little girl glanced up at her. "You have any ideas for what the half-priced drinks could be?" Of course, the toddler didn't provide any opinion that was actually productive and cheerfully shouted 'milk!' instead. "You heard the bar manager," Sage finally glanced at Kenny with a grin curving on her lips. "Gotta be half-priced milk from now on."

@kennydavis

Ken looked over the report, reading some of the details while Sage recounted her own memories of it. "We can't put names but I'm sure we could type up some reports and print them out for our regulars enjoyment." It would be an interesting read but did patrons really want to come to a bar to read? On top of that, it wasn't like they had all the time in the world to take on a new project with their busy schedules. "We could probably sell these stories." She still adds when she reads the next accident report. Piling up the reports, she pushed them aside with a mental note to return to them later on because she was intrigued to know more about the last incident with a cucumber. "That's a good idea." Nothing better to keep warm than a glass of something strong. "We could have a buy one and get another half price on certain drinks." Not on any liquor from the higher shelf but maybe the cheaper ones. It would get more people through the door where they could be tempted to purchase other drinks, or better yet, shots. Those were always a good way to make money.

@sage-adler

[mollywilliams]

Molly hummed, a thoughtfulness in her gaze as she considered when the other was saying, trying to remember everything that was said at the charity event. It'd been almost a year prior when it happened and if her memory was anything, it sure wasn't great — especially after being decked in the nose. It had taken the swelling a few days to go down and, with it, went her recollection of everything said that night. "Pretty sure that was more about you and my brother's inability to keep it in his pants." She pointed out, curls bobbing with her point, though she was quick and easy to move passed it, more interested in the energy it took to even suggest that they bond, let alone actually go through with it. The idea of the haunted house she'd suggested was thrown out quickly, though Molly couldn't blame the other for her assumption. She probably would have done something stupid and blamed it on the clown, it was completely on brand for her and to be honest, she'd been bored as of late. But the next suggestion just as quickly had her shaking her head no. "No can do," She responded insistently. "I won't go near that place unless I'm looking for trouble — and I'm not that desperate yet."

@kennydavis

"I'm not arguing that you love them but they were used regardless." Something about Atlas wanting to have babies with everyone but her but she wasn't going to argue with the brunette about what she'd said or not. All she wanted was for them to be kept out if they were going to fight and she felt it was an easy ask. It was only wishful thinking for her to think that they could be cordial if they ran into each other at a birthday party or in town but Molly was giving her the impression that she'd be around a lot more than that. "I mean that we don't have to go out of our way of getting into each other's way." Such as being passive aggressive or hanging out. Friendship was unlikely after one conversation so Ken wanted them to start from the ground up and see whether it was even possible to be around each other without throwing fists. "Bond?" Ken would have chocked had she been taking a sip of the bottle of water in front of her, peering back at Molly as if she'd lost her mind. "I think the only way you'd get me in a haunted house would be at gun point. Not sure I trust you wouldn't sock me in the face and then blame the clown." She said with a shrug of her shoulder. "We can go at the jagged." The bar she co-owned with Sage so she knew she'd be in a situation she had some control over.