Who: Deirdre and Jack What: Drinking because life sucks Where: Jack's Apartment, D1 When: The night after this and a few hours after this Warnings: Drunkenness? Maudlin musings of reunited 'friends'. Etc?
Deirdre was nervous to be seeing Jack again after a few months and a few thousand miles. But the last two days called for more drastic measures to forget, and drinking on her own just seemed a little sadder than she thought she could handle at the moment. She wasn't entirely sure what they would talk about, as Jack was an almost direct link back to things that she didn't ever want to think about again. He'd never been close enough to consider a friend, but he was more than just a passing acquaintance, stuck in a strange sort of social limbo. If nothing else, he was familiar, and even just a little bit of familiarity would be good at the moment.
She was still wearing her clothes from earlier, well put together and everything just so, when she walked down the stairs toward D1. It was probably a bad idea to get forgetful-drunk with a man who was essentially just a business partner turned acquaintance, but at the moment she would take what she could get.