Re: quicklog -- steph/bruce: dive bar.
Hey. [Her lip turned up when he slid into the booth across from her, a barely there smile mixed with fatigue and frustration.] I need to find another bar. [And that was all she would say about it being a place that reminded her of someone of some time. But the flash of something in her blues told him more, and she took a generous sip of tequila before anything else was drummed up. The burn was distraction, and she blinked away everything as the warmth shot right through her veins.]
Thanks for coming. I know things are-- [Difficult? Fucked? Chaotic?] We both need to get out of that Manor. [She, too, was aware of Jason's abandonment of the manor, and he was going to get poked at, too. Maybe after a couple more drinks. She rubbed at a tired eye, and then rested her elbow on the table, cheek cradled in the palm of her hand.] I'm guessing things didn't go well with Helena. [She hadn't heard anything really, but oh, she knew it wasn't going to be sunshine and fucking roses.]