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Tweak says, "giddiness is good"

Jo Harvelle (i_shoot) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-05-31 12:22:00

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bruce banner, joanna harvelle, liandra, zz:status complete

Back on the Job [open]
Jo wasn't sure what exactly happened to people who had amnesia and then got their memory back again. Did they go back to their jobs? Jo had to admit that maybe it was that way for her. She had no formal education in anything, except for maybe hustling people and bar tending. Growing up in a roadhouse had perhaps yielded to her some information after all. She wasn't sure what the City was up to, but after trying to find the bar where she used to work, she was forced to go job hunting again. The one thing about bars was that if you had a pretty face, chances were that they would hire you. That is, except for when the bar maid that they hired pulled out a shotgun and knew how to use it. That either made sure she stayed or made sure that she got fired.

She was on bar number three for employment before she finally found a permanent job of sorts. The owner was nearly as drunk as his patrons, and for that, Jo was grateful, especially when she could point a shotgun in his face and not get fired. It made the job interesting. The more interesting thing was that the owner's wife seemed to be running the whole operation from behind the scenes, and instantly made sure that Jo got a room in the back after she pointed the shotgun.

Cleaning off the bar after a long night of serving drinks and cleaning it, Jo wasn't surprised that quite a few people were passing by outside. The bar never officially closed, serving well into the wee hours of the morning just to make the money needed to run the place. Jo had been in plenty of bad places before, and this really wasn't so bad. Especially when the men didn't know the dollar bills that they pulled out for tips. Her weapons were safely stored in the back, and right after this, Jo was going to close up. She had to get Hunting again, it was like a beacon calling out to her.

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i_smash
2008-06-06 10:38 am UTC (link)

Bruce's attention was drawn to the outspoken new arrival at the bar. She looked willing and able to fight, but did Bruce really want to pick a fight with a woman? His aunt had brought him up with virtues like chivalry and honor, which he proudly upheld, even if they seemed a little outdated sometimes.

Still, it wouldn't be the first time he'd been slugged by a female, he considered. In elementary, middle, and even occasionally in high school he'd been bullied by girls in addition to the usual assortment of male jocks and thugs. This catalog of memories began to flick through his mind - boys and girls picking on him, trying to make themselves feel stronger.

Bruce knew of someone stronger than them, someone who was slowly waking.

I'm not going to start a fight, he explained to himself. I'm just going to go over there and pay for my drink. If I should happen to bump into the woman at the bar, that's no big deal. If she bumps back, well then, she gets whatever she gets.

He stood up, wobbled a little, and attempted to look cool and confident. As he had told himself, he walked over, asked to pay for his drinks, and casually jostled the arm of the woman at the bar.