It's late...

Another late night comes to an end at the Kit Kat Klub...

I see the girls to the door.

call_me_frankie heads off wearily in one direction. She's a remarkable woman who can probably out-drum me with one hand tied behind her back...and quite possibly with the other hand half-impeded with some sort of restraining device. I do hope her head feels better!

not_a_showgirl leaves in the same direction as Frankie, but turns a corner. I think we all out-talked her tonight, though she was very sweet to serve us drinks. I wish her a safe journey home.

Now that klaviermusik and die_klarinette both live at Fraulein Schneider's, I don't necessarily have to walk them home at night. Still, I like to watch after them as they leave down the street. The troubles have died down in this neighborhood, but I don't suspect the calm will last for very long.

*yawns*

I go back inside and lock the doors. Before I shut the house lights, I turn off the stage lights and microphones. The Klub is drenched in darkness.

little_helga has already gone upstairs. She was wonderful tonight...she sang another new song of hers. She's like a little shining star in a murky sky, that Helga.

*climbs the creaky stairs and tiptoes down the hall*

*enters bedroom*

Ah, bedtime at last. At least today was not as stressful as yesterday. I might be able to get a decent night's- *stops short*

*sees a wave of long dark hair spread over the pillow and a form curled up under the covers*

Helga.

*hesitates...*