Josh had been pleasantly surprised to hear from Wanda so he had agreed to meet her at the dive even though it was a place that he wouldn't really want to go to unless he was on a bar crawl. The last few days had been chaotic with replacing the glass and broken chairs and tables from the Sentinel's arrest of Sister Margaret. The arrest of the gentle nun was still the talk of the shelter and Josh, who hadn't been there at the time, was watching the volunteers, clinic staff and regulars become more and more agitated with every passing day. No one was relaxing now, everyone was tense and on edge. And, more worryingly, ready for a fight.
So going to a dive bar to hang out with an old friend was a welcomed respite.
Walking inside, he scanned the tables until he found Wanda, her bright red hair muted by shadows and waved to let her know that he'd spotted her. After grabbing a beer from the bartender, Josh wove his way through the tables and sat at Wanda's table. "Hi," he murmured with a grin and a long pull of his beer. Getting drunk sounded like a really good idea right now. "What's a gal like you doing in a dive like this?"