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[20thcentury]

[Jenny has been getting steadily inebriated in the Death Match since she woke up.

Well, not literally since she woke up, but shortly after -- once she went to check on Apollo and couldn't help but notice that he wasn't here anymore. She could handle the loss of the Midnighter because that guy was a jerk anyway, but Apollo hurt. Her teams always left her in one way or another, and this was just another nail in the coffin.

And the Death Match seemed to be a lot less popular than other places, so she could sit in here and drink without much in the way of interruptions to her misery.

So she's pretty drunk when she finally flips open her journal to dictate into it.]

Shouldn't be surprised. Look, if anyone's on the lookout for a big bloke name of Apollo, don't bother.

He's left this place to go on and do whatever bollocking thing happens in that century.

[Drunk and irritable, apparently!]

[ooc. open over the journal or in person!]

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[kalinda]

[And here's a familiar face sitting down next to you, already up for ordering that shot of tequila.]

Sorry about that.

[20thcentury]

[kalinda come to me, precious angel of booze]

That's another thing we've got in common now.

[kalinda]

So I figured. Only the people you're close to get an announcement over the journals.

[And she'll slide her tequila closer to herself, quirking an eyebrow.] Want me to get you one?

[20thcentury]

I figured it was owed, in a way. [Since she had been such an awful team leader while they were here together, weh weh, nobody even got to punch any villains' heads off.

She smiles a little, though.] That'd be nice.

[kalinda]

It's a nice gesture. [If only Alicia was the kind of person who liked attention. And if only Kalinda was the kind of person who was good at obliging.

And here's another shot of tequila, just for you.] To departed friends? If that's not too melodramatic.

[20thcentury]

It works. [She graciously accepts the tequila and knocks it back, pausing to bite the lime wedge before speaking again.]

Another one just left right before him. His husband, I suppose, so I shouldn't have been so surprised.

Jenny

[gevurah]

[ Someone sounds really awful. ]

Jenny?

Kate

[20thcentury]

[SUPER SEXY, AMIRITE?

Anyway blehhhh she filters back after a bit.]

For the moment.

Jenny

[gevurah]

[ Kate's had her lesser fine moments in the past. :'( ]

Sorry about your friend.

Kate

[20thcentury]

It's probably for the best. He was starting to get mopey anyway.

Jenny

[gevurah]

You going to be alright?

Kate

[20thcentury]

Sure. I'm a tough old bird.

Jenny

[gevurah]

Sure you don't need company? [ Or want? ]

[crownless_king]

[Much like she had to be feeling, the bar itself still looked run down as fuck. Sure, it looked better, but well...a labor of love it had started, a labor from Olympus it quickly turned. But at least it was halfway decent enough to serve people fittingly as miserably seeming as it.

And of course, there was Travis, cleaning the salvageable glasses, restocking what he could, and tending to the bitter blond]

Feel free to punch a table or something if it'll make you feel better. Fuck knows, you'll be making my job easier.

[He was going to break those anyways. Especially the one with all the graffiti all over it. He didn't know what to make of "Team Breezy", but fuck if that wasn't getting lit on fire]

[20thcentury]

[She's grateful for the distraction, because while wallowing in bottles upon bottles of alcohol is good for awhile, eventually you need a change of pace.

Even if it's just to catch your breath.]

I'd probably break me hand. Are you just trashing the whole place?

[crownless_king]

The whole place was already pretty trashed when I got back. [Again. ...again. This place had something of a hard on for him, it seemed like. At least this time, it brought back someone that remembered everything from before.

Which wasn't as good as it sounded. If it wasn't for Reno and Cassie, he'd feel like an antique]

Nah, I'm just hoping to but the un-salvageable crap to half-way decent use.

[20thcentury]

[She pauses, turning around to gaze at the rest of the establishment.]

"Unsalvagable." [ISN'T THAT ALL OF IT no that's catty and rude.]

I reckon if you ask for help punching through furniture over the journals, you'll get a response.

[crownless_king]

Yeah, I know. Pretty much all of it. [There's a serious bitterness to his voice. When this bitch is back up and running proud, he is going to hunt down all the people that hurt his baby.

And there will be a bloodening]

Just get a whole bunch of meat heads coming down here to punch tables and chairs. Ha!

[20thcentury]

[She can't help but laugh. The idea of all the TOUGH AND STRONG idiots littering this place coming over to punch tables ...]

You'd be the host of the most popular gathering of the year.

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam used to love the Death Match. When he hears noise coming from it, he can't help but see what's going on. He sticks his head in, and when he spots Jenny, he makes his way closer. Apparently he has imprinted on her and now feels the need to bug her as often as he sees fit.

This happens, sometimes, with Winchesters.]

I didn't know this was open again.

[20thcentury]

[SAM PLEASE... if she knew about that, she would have worn a rubber mask today.

She glances up at him, pushing the chair next to her out a little, in case he wanted to sit. Can't be rude!]

I didn't know it was ever closed.

[imnot_likeyou]

[shrugs]

It just never seemed as busy as it used to be.

[20thcentury]

[She manages a smile, tilting her head a bit.]

Well, that's why I've chosen it. Why are you here today?

[imnot_likeyou]

[See, Sam always chose it because it was loud enough that he couldn't hear himself think.]

Heard people around. Wanted to see what was up.

[20thcentury]

[She gestures around ... not much is the answer. Not much is up.]

That's about it.