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Who: Everyone!
What: Drinking!
When: March 3rd
Where: The Blue Light
Rating: Let's say R (I'll edit if... things happen)

Note(s): Party time!  Tag all over the place, threadjack, make new friends, forget new drinking buddies--have fun!


There are a number of bars in the City.  The Blue Light is one of the busier ones and, on the weekends, it's at its busiest. 

This Saturday is no exception.  Drinking, dancing, flirting--if it's legal, it's happening (and if it's questionably legal, it's probably happening more discretely; this is one of the nicer bars the City has to offer, after all).  Whether you're a social drinker on a night out with your friends, a hardcore partier who habitually clears your Sunday schedule, or just there to drink the last of the desert away, you'll be in good company.

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[intheblanks]

"It's not okay. That - what you went though - is horrific. The end result sucking marginally less than the back-home alternative doesn't make it something you have to be blase about. Especially not to make it more comfortable on whoever you're talking to."

He has dead patients. He has patients who are killers, something he can rationalise, here, by their need to eat. Kidnap and torture aren't the kind of games he has sympathy for.

Dying here is real, it's just a different reality. If he'd-

He'd still be a murderer if the guy woke up the next day.

Chase draws his hand back, brushing his fingers down her neck. It's not a come on. Something like sympathy.

"Though I admit, I'm glad it wasn't the back-home alternative either. Would have cut this conversation a lot shorter."

[mightbeconcussed]

She's quiet for a moment before she leans over and kisses Chase's cheek, provided he doesn't pull away. "Thank you. Honestly though, it's not for other people. If I think too much on it, I'll end up building a panic room and locking myself in it. Get a half a dozen cats and order everything in. I'm a big believer of 'fake it 'til you make it' so...blase."

She orders two more drinks and finishes up the one in her hand. "And it's a conversation I like too much to cut it short."

[intheblanks]

Of course he doesn't. And fake it 'til you make it... well, what else is he doing here.

"I can't argue with your technique. I've visited shut-ins, though." and he pauses for a drink to punctuate the point, "Let me tell you, half a dozen cats is a mild case."

[mightbeconcussed]

It's better than moping in an apartment by yourself.

She giggles a little and shrugs. "I guess I'll start small them. And if I ever need a shut in visit, I know who to call."