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[kalinda]

[And in the middle of the night, there's a loud gasping breath of air as a body moves from a bed.]

Nick-- [A breath. Wasn't she just sitting in a chair? With a gun? Just how long was she out?

A pause. A long pause.

And soon there would be the cocking of a gun, footsteps moving across her floor, and a door opening. Minutes would pass before Kalinda finds herself sitting on her bed, glaring down at the open journal at her side.

In an annoyed, tired, and subtly frustrated tone masked in neutrality, she'll continue the accidental dictation with full intention.]

And here I thought I was home.

_{(ooc. open, via journal! yeeee-- OH YEAH SHE HAS A LOSS CHANGE NOW LET ME JUST MAKE AN OOC POST ABOUT THAT.)}

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[20thcentury]

[She beams, eying Kalinda sidelong.]

We've got a very cordial relationship, me and tequila shots, yes.

[kalinda]

It's a tradition where I come from.

[It would have been a lie before, but she supposes that since she and Alicia seemed to partake in it case after case, after promotions and wins, it moved on from a joke to lighten her up to a show of friendship.

Aw.

And so she'll signal for two glasses of her favorite tequila, maybe even some limes to go with it.]

It's led to some less celebratory nights, in any case.

[20thcentury]

[Jenny's mostly used alcohol to numb the pain of living far too long and seeing far too much. But after awhile, it just became something she did, drinking constantly.

Not in the final year of her life, thought, and with decreasing frequency in the last four. Not when she had actually something to do.

But in this place ...]

And what is it that you celebrate?

[kalinda]

A case solved, a promotion gained-- [She'd linger her hand on the glass, looking at Jenny with a sidelong glance.] Though I typically used it as an excuse to get a friend of mine out of her shell and "out there", so to speak. A ploy to lighten up her otherwise all too serious demeanor.

[And she'd lift her shot glass as the second one she's ordered is filled and slid Jenny's way. An eyebrow may quite possibly quirk, wordlessly offering a dual shot.]

[20thcentury]

Oh, introverted friends. [She rolls her eyes teasingly, smiling.] The true bane of my existence.

[Still smiling, she lifted her own shot in a sort of mini-salute at Kalinda, then knocked it back as she did.]

[kalinda]

[She'll lower her glass quickly, licking her lips in one swift motion and exhaling. The lime would meet her lips and she'd allow for a brief suckling at its tart flavor before licking her lips a second time, eyeing Jenny.]

Internalized and afraid to have fun, too. At least the latter half is nothing I have to worry about.

wow suddenly past tense up there, wtg me

[20thcentury]

[Jenny winces a little as she sucked the juice from her own lime, then looks back to Kalinda with a smile.]

No? Do you find fun in other ways, then, apart from with your friends?

hugs gently

[kalinda]

[She'll smile back.]

Of course. I'm a woman of flexible tastes, after all.

cries delicately, THERE'S PAST TENSE AGAIN what am i doin

[20thcentury]

[Oh, she can't help but break into a grin at that, placing her chin in her hand.]

The flexible ones always interest me.

being distracted by bamf ladies

[kalinda]

[If only Kalinda were the winking type!]

What can I say? I am rather interesting.

true true

[20thcentury]

You've certainly got me interested, anyway.

wink wonk

[kalinda]

Is that so?

wonk wink

[20thcentury]

What can I say? You're easy to talk to and not at all hung up on the trivial.

theresa ur gr8

[kalinda]

I honestly don't find it productive to be anything but. [Sip.] I'd certainly hate to be the opposite.

ashley ur kewl

[20thcentury]

And how are you at being straightforward?

IT WAS MY TURN I AM KEEPING THIS ALIVE

[kalinda]

I'm always straightforward.

[Unless she wants to lie about something, then she manipulated the conversation, and--] It's not like I can lie or anything.

[Welp.]

STAYIN' ALIIIIIIIIIVE

[20thcentury]

[Oh me oh my, she grins widely at that.]

Really? Is that a George Washington fetish you've got, or ...?

disco girl coming through

[kalinda]

[There's a "not amused" facial expression coupled with a forced chuckle. But she's quick to curling her lips again, shaking her head in the slightest.]

I believe it's my loss.

u know it

[20thcentury]

[Oh, she feels a little bad for teasing now.

But just a little.]

You could have a worse one.

that girl is you

[kalinda]

[She'll shrug, knowing it was true, but-- wow, losing her elusiveness was annoying.]

True. [She should probably order another drink.] Do you know what yours is?

no...........

[20thcentury]

[Jenny does, in fact, know what her loss is, but so far she's been very successful in feigning ignorance about it. It's a memory that shouldn't bother her that she's lost, but it bothers her a lot. And so, she just pretends it doesn't bother her so much that she doesn't even notice.]

Haven't figured it out yet, no.

ooh oooh ooh oooh

[kalinda]

[JENNY THAT IS SO UNFAIR. Kalinda has to admit her loss and you don't? Wow. Way to be a bro. Whatever, another beer is coming her way and she is drinking it.]

Here's hoping it's not too annoying.

yes

[20thcentury]

[BUT THE NATURE of Kalinda's loss means that it would have come up sooner or later anyway!!! Your complaints are moot.

Let's say Jenny has another beer too, look how that works. Roleplaying!! She lifts the bottle in a sort of salute before drinking as well.]

Here's hoping.

c:

[kalinda]

[Fine, be that way! All logical. And yes, sure are drinks. They are most certainly doing their job, in any case.]

Did you honestly have no better plans tonight?

C:

[20thcentury]

[She sighs dramatically, twirling her finger in the air.]

Afraid not. There's very little going on in terms of the exciting world of do-gooding in this place.