date: the first friday of january 1964 time: suppertime location: outside the chemist’s shop, holm of usglass, the village status: open to all !
“Fuck!” The bottom of the paper bag carrying her supplies from the apothecary burst open, and about three bottles of chlorine and a rather large saltpeter went rolling down the street, stopping just short of a sewer drain and several pairs of shoes. “Shit. I’m – so sorry, can you please just give that back to me, if you don’t mind? Please?” Wouldn’t be too out of character for any of these joy-filled nitwits to simply ignore her and pick up her supplies and keep them as though she didn’t exist. Which, in their defense, she was sure half of them didn’t even notice her at all.
Given the state of euphoria she found herself in, Alice probably wouldn’t even have noticed the woman hadn’t the bottle just rolled up right at her feet. She had bent down to pick it up and was about to hand it back to its owner when she recognized the eyes behind the white mask. “SALLY BOYLE!?” She gasped, the excitement she felt making her drop the bottle she was holding back to the ground. “It must be my lucky day to bump right into you!” She exhales heavily, holding her hands close to her chest, in a vain attempt of appeasing her beating heart. “I just want to say that I really admire your work. Like, there is probably a chance I could get fired if anyone heard me saying this, but…” She leans closer to the brunette, her voice turning into a whisper. “I think you’re a better chemist than Verloc.”
