Who: Faith Lehane and Jughead Jones What: Hanging out When: Saturday evening Where: The Wyrm Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/in progress
The Wyrm was open but it was early enough in the evening that there were only a few people there. When it came to Saturdays people tended to show up later, especially in the summer when there was all those things to do outside like cookouts and parties and just swimming or hanging out doing nothing. People back home always liked the summers, even if they didn't actually know about vampires, because the longer days meant less hours of night for the monsters to hunt. Faith never was sure if she liked them or not because she liked to hunt the hunters even if she was the one they called on to do the jobs that no one else had the stomach for.
But here there wasn't any vampires to go out and stake every night and the Wyrm was a comfortable enough place to be. People wanted drinks and needed to be bounced for being assholes and she could be herself for the most part.
"Guess it won't pick up for a bit." She hadn't missed that Jughead had apparently got himself some new memories from home but Faith hadn't poked at him much about it yet. She poured herself a shot and leaned against the bar and was actually thinking about maybe doing that.