- (tinieblas) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-06-05 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !ocean's eleven, *journal, *log, cristián martin-argüelles, meredith janssen, penny ross, sam alexander |
Penny R, Cris M, Meredith J
[She doesn't go to see Shane and Graham. These posts comes about an hour after she leaves this meeting, unaware of any Marvel insanity. A little sloppy.]
[Locked to Penny R]
Hey. You're Cris' old partner or whatever? I couldn't find any other Penny's on here.
[Locked to Cris M]
It says I missed a call.
[In-person: Meredith/Sam]
[True to her word, Sam left the bar she'd been drinking in, some hole in the fucking wall that nowhere near the bright lights of the strip, and she wandered a few steps until she found another bar, one that had speckled cream cups alongside the shot glasses. Coffee, yeah? She wasn't drunk, but she'd forgotten to take the tourniquet off her arm before wandering in, and her ditch was droplets of blood.
In a now-filthy tank and boxers, she bellied up to the bar, red boots untied and white socks to her shins. She still had Neil's glasses on her head, using them as a headband, and she leaned heavy on the tacky wood without looking at her day-drink companions.] Coffee. Black.