WHO: Mal and Beckett WHEN: Week 1, Friday Evening WHERE: Jannati City, one of the less fancy bars WHAT: Drinks and such! RATING: PG-13? STATUS: Closed - in progress
Kate Beckett slid into one of the open seats at the bar, beyond glad to have the next day off. It had been a long week, what with working that goddamn Auction and the long days trying to get Clive Schmidtt to crack about the illegal fighting ring they were all but certain the creep was involved in running. Even as a human, Beckett had never let herself be intimidated by Supernaturals, but her own self-confidence did always do the trick when it came to attempting to intimidate them into giving something up. More often than not, persistence, time, and evidence were her best friends, Along with coffee. God, she hadn't a clue what she'd do without coffee.
"Whiskey. Neat," she said to the bartender when he got around to her. Brand wasn't so much important to her right now so long as it worked its magic. She was way too wired to sleep at the moment, but it was going to be fantastic when she crashed.