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Anne Bonney (foughtlikeaman) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-07-26 14:31:00

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anne bonney, erik northman

Who: Anne Bonney & Erik Northman
Where: Club 13 in good old New York, New York.
When: Sunday night, prime-time.
Why: Anne likes dropping in on old friends.
Warnings: He's a vampire, she's a pirate, they'll probably be talking about the good old days. (That's a 'yes')

Anne had found the place easily enough, one of those sixth sense kind of things she had. She'd been rather at a loss since Jack and Bill had gotten swept away again, leaving her the last of the old gang. Not that she minded, as such, she'd held that position before, she was fairly sure she'd hold it again before things were over.

Then Erik had dropped in, and she figured she'd be remiss if she didn't pay an old friend a visit at least once to make sure he was settling in alright. She hadn't dressed up for the occasion, not really, but she had come from work, which meant she was a little more classy than she was at home. At that particular moment she was perched at the bar, making friends with the tender, she figured if Erik didn't come say hello himself, she'd go find him.

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erikbloodred
2009-07-26 10:10 pm UTC (link)

Erik, being his usual, lounging, lazy, catlike self, had been sprawled in a chair on the second floor of the three-storey club. He had Calliope out being her generally cheerful self to a pack of wild ferals that he'd heard were currently being unfavorable in Queens, and Pam was doing her own thing, wherever that was. But he'd been lounging too long, and, true to fashion, he finally got up and walked downstairs to go tease the bartender.

What he didn't expect to see was old friends. Very old friends, at that. Especially this one. Anne Bonney (and Mary Reade, when she was living) had been one of those people he'd met back when the colonies were cropping up and settlements were becoming real cities. They'd met at a pub off the docks of what became Charleston, South Carolina, and had become swift friends. This was before Pam was even a twinkle in Erik's eye.

He sat down beside her and leaned against the bar, entirely smug. "Why, if it isn't the old sea hag, come to run down my rum supply. When did you blow in, Anne?"

	foughtlikeaman 2009-07-26 10:19 pm UTC (link)
	"Erik y'old fraud." She said, grinning, "In here? 'bout ten minutes ago. This little corner of reality?" She shook her head, "Been a while now, over a year, not quite two." There was that amused, open, rogue's grin again, "How've you been keeping yourself old man? Seems like you did alright when you landed here." (Reply to this)

	foughtlikeaman 2009-07-26 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	She nodded, "Did that not too long after I got here, actually. The boys wanted to find the Cove, see if there was anything worth the salvage, but mostly it was for the adventure of it." She shrugged one shoulder then, "Besides, I been out of the business for a while, that started back when me and Mary went our separate ways." (Reply to this)

	erikbloodred 2009-07-26 10:48 pm UTC (link)
	"I still miss the old girl," Erik mentioned around a sip of his drink, "Still, you went to the old stronghold. You know, I'd thought that place had been sunk in any reality by now. Find anything of use there? Or was just finding it enough?" (Reply to this)

	foughtlikeaman 2009-07-26 10:52 pm UTC (link)
	"So do I. We would've ended up driving each other crazy if we'd stuck together any longer though." She shook her head, "It was just about sunk here, more waterlogged than it was even back home, few bits and pieces left to take back to the museum, but nothin' terrible important." (Reply to this)