Who: Jack and Kai When: Afternoon, well after everyone's been released from the arena Where: Pavo's
After their release and Kai was safely beyond the elevator doors and she could feel moderately sure that it was safe to do so, Kai had promptly sprawled out on the floor. Right there, in City Hall, or wherever the fuck it was they supposedly were. The morning had been miserable for her, and her entire body ached. All she wanted to do was find a safe place to zen out for the rest of the day. She had eventually made her way outside, where she had watched to some astonishment as some of her fellows made ready to trudge up back to the mansion. Were they out of their minds? With a declaration of "fuck that," Kai had set off into town for the first time. She'd never explored the town yet, never really seen the point when everything they needed was in the house, but she'd be damned if she was going to make that long uphill walk. There had to be a better place to go. And by 'better' she of course meant 'closer', 'easier to get to', 'comfortable', and 'preferably containing booze.'
Pavo's, she eventually found, filled those requirements admirably.
She'd found an oversized booth big enough for a large party and a nice bottle of wine. She had not necessarily found them in that order, but that was neither here nor there. At any rate, a booth that could sit a good six people on one side alone was quite big enough to make for a suitable bed for Kai. Using her gym bag as a pillow, she'd made herself comfortable, and committed herself to getting positively laggered. An easy job, a good job, a job worth doing right. Also made that much easier for Jack's company.
At that point in time she couldn't precisely pinpoint when Jack had come along, perhaps he'd even been there before she had. She'd simply accepted his company. Better to get drunk with a companion, especially if there was no music. "D'you know what's weird?" Kai asked, having absolutely no idea where Jack was at present moment. She hadn't sat up in some time, nor did she really intend to. "I can't even legally drink in your country. You guys let kids do everything else at 18. Live on your own, start paying taxes, own property, whatever 'ya like! Go off to war and get yourself blown up. But fer God's sake don't have a drink with dinner." This information might have been all the more random for the fact that she'd been speaking in an American accent almost exclusively since waking up in this place. She couldn't help it. They outnumbered her here. The more her words slurred the weirder her accent became, a random mingling of her own true accent and any other she'd been exposed to over the past couple of days. She blinked. "I can't rent a car in America either. Nice to know where you guys draw your lines."