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Audrey Jensen (fknaudrey) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Anyone else - anyone but Noah, anyway, and she was even dubious about him anymore - and she might have double-checked the assurance that there weren't any cameras or microphones or other surveillance devices stuck in the chipped tile and stone around them. Radio waves buzzed at a different frequency than electricity and fluorescent lights, it bounced back a slightly different sound than copper and steel and cast iron. Tiny differences. But it was impractical to hardwire a system like that and this far down a WiFi signal would have to be insanely strong. She only had half a bar on her phone, after all. But if Five said he has checked, she trusted him. It might have been stupid of her, she'd been duped by less, but there was just something about this air of calm he had that made her smile and shrug and head forward towards the steps.

The smile was all facade, but Audrey wore it naturally. She'd been wearing it long enough. It just fell into place in these awkward moments when it felt like she should put on that "everything is alright" expression. And she was still trying to maintain that appearance even though they both knew why they were here. Still, they could have those few quiet moments while she brushed a bit of rubble off the steps and sat down next to him, pinning the bottle of bourbon between her thighs. She slid her bag off over her head and propped it up on the step on the other side, dropping the flap open and pulling out the box of glasses from where they were shoved down next to her camera, her work vest, two books, and pill bottle. She handed the box to Five to open while she popped the plastic safety seal around the top of the bourbon and twisted the cork loose - all quiet, easy - the smell of syrup and spices wafting between them as she filled the glasses liberally and slapped the cork back into place.

"L'Chaim," she said, with more than a hint of irony as she accepted her glass from him and placed the bottle down on the step between them.

She leaned forward and settled her elbows on her knees for a moment, letting the bourbon breathe and letting the silence rest again, before she took a hard drink and rolled her shoulders forward. "So," she said, rolling the glass between her palms and watching the dark golden liquid tip close to the lip of the glass without spilling over, "I guess the beginning is the right place to start then, huh?"