Hyperion Montgomery (hyperioniam) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-11-20 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: hyperion montgomery, char: pandora montgomery, location: other, time: 2009 11 |
RP: Where the Whiskey Runs
Who: Hyperion and Pandora
When: Monday, November 20, 2009, evening
Where: DraΓochta Pub, Ireland
What: The siblings meet up for a drink and some conversation.
Warnings: Discussion of past abuses, dark humor
She'd almost called to cancel their after work drinks. In part because she'd realized some time in the middle of her almost sleepless night that he might see too much. In part because she was simply tired. Too fucking tired. But it came with being a parent, she mused, even if all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep.
If she could sleep. Fucking insomnia.
Dora did rather wish they could be home for their little visit, but he had ZJ and she had Ewan and the twins. So out it was, for just a little bit, if they wanted to be alone. She'd reluctantly left both the babies with her husband -- not because he couldn't do it, but because she knew how much anxiety it caused him, especially McKay, who lately was all about Mummy and also sensed his anxiety more than Ainsley did. She'd be back in an hour, two at the most.
At least it was Fitz's. She knew it was a safe place, with plenty of privacy. And whisky. Plenty of whisky.
Her brother had told her the password earlier, so she got in with no problems, and embraced her brother's other best friend with a smile before going to find the booth. She had on a light glamour, since she knew anything too heavy would draw Hyperion's attention too much, but a light one would likely pass as normal. As always, she was exactly on time.