Who: Joanie and Cole What: Attempting to drown guilt Where: The bar! Shocker When: Day 2 of Vectura, after this Warnings: Joanie's drunk and upset. Expect swearing.
The fact that her left leg - and, for that matter, her clothing - was intact wasn't something that struck her as odd. She had managed to kill herself and Luther and land them back in Bellum Letale's clutches. All in one sweep. She was the idiot savant of fucking up, and she was tired of it. Joanie had screwed up before. She had gotten shitfaced and arrested for being drunk in public. She had nearly failed out of college in just her least year, simply because she wanted to. She had destroyed almost every meaningful relationship she had or could have with another human being, and she showed no signs of stopping.
But this was worse.
They were dead and stuck in this bullshit limbo, all because she hadn't listened to Luther. She really wasn't surprised that he hadn't been able to so much as look at her after, but that just made the hurt worse. If he had yelled, if he head screamed, at least she'd know he was there. But it was like he was already a ghost, already floating there, and it was nobody's fault but her own.
It had taken some searching, but she'd found the bar. She knew there had to be one. A bar or a kitchen or something. It was empty, vacant, just for her. There was no bartender, so she had simply helped herself. When searching the cabinets proved fruitless, she sat down and bemoaned her fate of finding a bar with no booze. Then, the strangest thing happened - a beer appeared by her elbow. She had looked away and back for just a second, but there it was all the same. A sane person would have questioned this magic beer. Joanie just accepted it and started to drink.
At least she wouldn't need a cab to get home that night.