Who: Rory and Jack What: getting to know each other Where: Off-Broadway When: backdated to Sun. night Warnings: low Status: closed
Rory thought the last week had been a fucking shit show. Between thinking she was wedding planning with Raelle while simultaneously knowing her family had lost their fucking collective minds, the half-angel found herself with a migraine. Now knowing a version of Lucifer had a son and he was in MV felt like fucking icing on top of a fucking cake. Not that she had a problem with getting to know Jack of course. But, she couldn't help wondering what Lucifer would think and her head wanted to explode more.
Instead, the half-angel threw her leather jacket on over a black tank and jeans and made her way to Off-Broadway. Did they have the best alcohol? No. But they did provide delicious burgers so Rory looked forward to the evening. Plus, Jack seemed nice so far.
When she stepped into the bar she looked around, uncertain if she arrived first or not.