Mira (![]() ![]() @ 2008-05-26 16:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | bobby singer, mira |
Who: Mira and Bobby Singer.
What: Going out for a drink and talking about histories.
When: Tonight.
Where: A pub in London.
Warnings: Not sure! Swearing, for sure. Just go ahead and assume NSFW.
The portkey system was fascinating, and something Mira wanted to figure out. She could make grenades out of bits of scrap metal lying around, she could fix a blaster with her eyes closed, but she'd never seen anything like the portkeys.
Mira stopped for a moment to look at London. It was a city, as humming with life as Nar Shadaa, but without the smell or the grime. She smiled a bit, feeling the ebb and flow of the city and deciding she liked it. From there, it was just looking at a map and figuring out where the pub was located.
The pub was like any bar she'd ever been in, filled with leering men and drink. She glared hard enough to scare a guy that wasn't Bobby from hitting on her and picked out a table in the corner to wait. She propped up her feet on a chair and watched the holovid monitor they had above the bar.