Jessica Williamson ✖ Johanna Mason (nooneleft) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-05-14 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | hunter mitchell, jessica williamson |
Who. Jessica Williamson & Hunter Mitchell (plus Resistance NPC's).
What. Having a drink & catching up. Before getting kidnapped.
Where. The Capitol Club, after hours.
When. Forward dated to Thursday night, May 17th 2012.
Warnings. Violence.
The place was empty. No more loud, drunken idiots, or bad music blaring over the sound system that said loud, drunken idiots had requested. All the chairs had been put up on the tables, tables wiped down, even the bar wasn't sticky with spilled alcohol anymore. Jess spent a lot of time here (despite how much she hated the name), but this was when she liked the club best. Dead silent, except for whoever was left which was usually Hunter, one or two of his employees, and her. Sometimes the others from their little crew of victors came in, but Jess was pretty much a regular, and only because Hunter was one of the very few people she could stand being around for indefinite amounts of time. Or more accurately, because he was one of the few people who put up with her.
"So I walk in the door, right. And we're both looking like freaking deers in headlights. He also forgot to put on clothes so the poor guy was down to his boxers..." Jess was in the middle of telling Hunter about her disaster of a date with Lucas. A disaster that she privately thought couldn't have been more fitting for the two of them and she hadn't actually hated it at all, but the night still made for a good story telling. With things in Camelot being what they were lately and the simple fact that being reincarnates of the source they were from, that it was only growing increasingly harder to find anything to laugh about these days? It was pretty damn awesome when it did happen. Especially since after that mission to scout out the Arena all Jess had been feeling was a steady rising of dread in the pit of her stomach that made her nauseous until she'd drank enough to forget about it.
She snorted against the rim of her shot glass where she and Hunter both sat side by side at the bar, shaking her head before finally throwing back the tequila into her mouth and setting the glass back down with a halfhearted grimace. She had to let it burn all the way down her throat before she could continue. "... Anyway, so I guess he thought he had to break the ice Johanna style? So when I freaked out over the flowers and candles, he pulls his shorts down and gives me a full frontal! And you wanna know the funniest thing?" She looked at Hunter like she still couldn't believe it herself. "I was actually shocked! Johanna Mason: Stopped in her tracks by nudity. Who woulda thought, huh?"