Thread: A Place to Hang your Hat [AnnaBeth and Sigr]

...and then, the fugitive tried to run, but he still had his pants around the ankles! Alba laughed with the end of one of the stories she was sharing with Mr McCurdy while they drank. He had been nice despite the odd welcome, and the fire, coffee and whiskey helped her to lift her spirits. After all, there was little she could do until the phone call on the next day, so that was tomorrow's trouble. Alba was tired and her body was sore, but even in such a shape she was always the alert marshal. That way she couldn't help but notice that Beth's t-shirt looked from an university, even if she wasn't as knowledgeable to identify from where. How fitting it was discarded a hand me down or a lean from a boyfriend, so Alba guessed that the one she had mistook for a younger girl was already in college, perhaps helping her grandfather during the summer. She wasn't as arrogant to presume her deductions were right, nor was she so nosy as to outright ask, so she tried to let the issue rest in the back of her mind. Beth's lighthearted attitude with her grandfather and how welcoming the both of them were being brought a smile to her face, enjoying their honesty. They weren't the kind of people that became all stuck up and wanted to show off as soon as they had guests at home, this just looked like usual fare. This just looked like home. Alba followed Beth's movements as she dodged her grandfather's swatting hand, fleeing to the kitchen. The mood soured as soon as the grandfather asked about a couple of men, seemingly employees of some sorts. The air between the McCurdy's grew cold, Alba wondering what was the story there. Usually one would expect the older one telling the youngster to keep away from no good boys with just one thing in mind, but in this case it seemed to be Beth the one wanting nothing with that Walker fellow. Alba was thought not much of it, as Beth seemed to be a tough one that could fend all and any kinds off herself, but there was a look like ice in Beth's blue eyes that lingered in the back of the marshal's mind. She also found herself thinking that it was no surprise that such a beautiful girl had someone chasing her, as she was not only hardworking but pretty. Abandoning idle thoughts as soon as they were called for supper, Alba's reaction time a bit dulled due to her tired self and how oddly Beth voiced that word, she dragged herself to the table. Just the smell lifts the spirit Alba praised with a nod, wanting to talk about something positive after the awkwardness of the scene she didn't dare to step in. It seemed like even if Beth was in college, or that was Alba's idea at least, she still kept some habits of a younger age, seeing the glass of milk at her place. Alba herself was used to eat with wine, at least when she didn't eat some takeout in the office, but she wasn't a picky eater either, so it would be perfectly fine. It looks wonderful Alba admitted, unsure if she was to serve the family or Beth was to take care of that. Wait, maybe they liked to pray before the meals, so Alba just kept her hands to herself. She had been raised Catholic, no big surprises being of Italian descent and living in East Boston, but it wasn't as she was particularly devout. A starter? I'm afraid you lost me there she admitted, not knowing what Beth was talking about. It was something about bread, was she talking about making their own? The country could be a mysterious place. The job keeps me from doing much cooking, although I enjoy doing so on my free days Alba admitted, the thought of cooking for 'her man' was amusing. She had cooked in the past for some of her boyfriends, the longer lasting ones, but the notion of having a man that belonged to her or her to him sounded ridiculous on her mind. For a moment she frowned, considering that Beth picked her up traveling alone and that they had talked during the way, why did she ask about her having a man at home? Maybe it was just the usual stuff, but something irked her, or at least did until her senses returned to be busier with the delicious aroma of the stew than with her overthinking. Alba remembered that Beth wasn't present when she made the phone calls, so she wanted to inform her too. I didn't manage to clarify much over the phone, it was getting late. Will sort it out tomorrow, first thing in the morning she promised, her attention returning to the supper.