InsaneJournal

Who: Kiriko, Reizo
What: we're all gonna diiiiiieeeeeee
When: Ridiculous-o-clock
Where: Butterfly House bar.
Why: Because.

The rec room was empty - something to do with it being ridiculous-o'-clock, most likely. The only person who was usually awake at this time was Isao, and even he was passed out on one of the common room sofas, as Kiriko had earlier discovered. She should be asleep, too, really - she had, for a while, before vague nightmares had woken her up and left her lying awake and staring at the ceiling until she had successfull fought down the post-dream paranoia. Her eyes had adjusted enough that the room didn't seem dark at all, and feeling far more awake than one should feel at ridiculous-o-clock, she'd pulled herself out of bed and started wandering the house in her robe and slippers.

Three aimless tours of the place later and she'd wound up at the bar. The hands, sympathetic, poured her a drink, one she was still nursing as she watched a muted infomercial from the corner of her eye and tried her best to settle down. Some kind of food processor with a shark's face painted on it - Mystic Shark, the TV announced, as a man and woman with fake smiles took entirely too much pleasure chopping onions in front of the studio audience.

Kiriko went for another drink.