Who: Adelia & Logan Where: The Bantam & Badger in Chicago What: Bonding through alcohols When: shortly after this (aka: backdated to a couple days ago) Warnings: They might get sweary?
Adelia really adored the B&B, mostly on account of the sign over the bar, it was the original sign from when the place was founded, a rooster in spats and a top hat, with a monocle popping off his eye as he was yelled at by a badger in a crinoline dress and a broad-brimmed sunbonnet. At that particular moment she was perched near the end of the bar where she could watch the door and didn’t have any open walkways at her back. She might not be one of those Van Helsings, but she still had the familial paranoia from time to time, and it had never steered her wrong. She was halfway through her first beer, just keeping an eye on everything, her hair loose for the first time all day, she had to keep it pulled back at work and always had a few minutes of scalp-relaxing glee when she finally got to let it down. She hadn’t totally gotten over that just yet, running a hand through her hair to scratch at her scalp, smiling and nose-wrinkling in relief