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WHO: Helena G. Wells and Andrea Rojas
WHEN: Tonight.
WHAT: Drinky stuff
STATUS: In Progress!
Ratings: TBD, but it has alcohol so likely PG-13!


Andrea walked into the bar with a little bit of the wills. She felt out of sorts. How did she did this again? Enter the bar, sit by it, find your drinking buddy, buy your drink, or five and then you both can call it a night. Nothing to it! She didn't know why she felt that there was something to it. Andrea remembered how excited she'd been when Helena had invited her (or maybe excited was the wrong word, she needed to remember to bring her pocket thesaurus with her to places - that was kind of it's point). She had been flattered and bewildered and, okay, a little bit excited. It was a testament that no, one's inner fangirl did not die even after spending days being taunted by a professional bully - aka, maldito criminal. Because really now! H.G. Wells! H.G. Wells had invited her for a drink and - Oh Dios Mio, why had she said yes, she was going to make a fool of herself.

That was in part of the wills - the willies, the slight anxiousness - much less because of the H.G. part. Andrea was actually and not unsuccessfully coming to see H.G. Wells as just Helena. It was difficult. It'd be like asking a science lover to simply call Albert Einstein, Al. A man and not this amazing person who invented fantastic things that Andrea really couldn't remember everything on (but at least she knew who he was, try to trick her there facebook. Ha. No way.). She'd read The War of the Worlds more times than she'd seen Star Wars (okay, not put together but still). That should say enough about how much Helena's books meant to her. She'd even read The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth. There were just so many reasons to be in awe over this woman. A lot of reasons to have difficulties in separating the woman she was going to meet from the person who had such a strong hand in a genre than Andrea thought basically as the bee's knees. It was difficult but not impossible. Andrea always tried her best to treat people brought by the seal as just that. People and not characters that brought her lots and lots of joy. And while this was Helena G. Wells!!!!!! Andrea had made up her mind. She would succeed.

It helped that Helena was just .... great. One would have thought that Helena being just great would have made things worse, and it did sometimes a little bit! Nevertheless, to put a spin on 'misery loves company', heartache made people relate-able. Talking to Helena, actually opening certain things up to her -- Andrea really needed to start going out enough to make carrying around her pocket thesaurus a habit because great was the word coming to her. Splendorous might work.

So, no, Helena Great Wells wasn't the reason why she momentarily, but very discretely, fidgeted with top of her jean pocket. This situation was. However, she wasn't going to think about that. She did want to be here. She'd concentrate on that as well. She gave Helena a quick little wave, as she navigated her way toward the woman, "Soooo ... what do you recommend?" She surveyed the people around the bar for a moment before turning back toward her drinking buddy with a slightly crooked grin.