Open Log: Drunk Time

[yippiekiyay]

WHO: John McClane and Whoever
WHERE: Dive bar named Mickey's
WHEN: The night the Joker broke free again.
WARNINGS: Swearing, drinking, jerks.
SUMMARY: The Joker's free, and he spelled out McClane's mantra in blood. It's too much.
FORMAT: Whatever

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[darkprophecies]

Raven had already attempted drinking away her worries a near week before, leaving her feeling ashamed of herself, and with a bit of a headache that she didn't wish to have again. But with nothing else to do with her evenings, she found herself looking for new things to keep her mind off the pain.
It would subside eventually, right? She only had to ride it out until that point.

So with something as simple as club soda in her hand, she watched the others in this pub, practically inhaling their emotions. Most those who came to these places were filled with excitable, happy thoughts, enough to distract her from the negativity of her own. The more drinks they pounded down, the more blissful they became... it was her own high, in a way.

She had chosen a different location tonight, a place she had passed on her way to work but never took a second look at until this morning. It was simple enough, however the jovial mood was cut short by a negative taint somewhere in the back. It drew her in more than the positive did.
With her nerves being pushed into the back of her mind, she shifted over to him, standing a foot or so away from where he sat, and smiling gently.

"Having a difficult night?"

[yippiekiyay]

It takes McClane a minute before he notices someone's talking to him.

He looks up - eyes still focused and alert, so he's not too far gone - and then back down at his drink.

"Difficult life."

[darkprophecies]

... the poor man. She recognized the voice the moment he spoke, and her hesitation grew almost double in size. However, she sat down anyway, tucking some hair nervously behind an ear.

"I understand that well." she takes a moment to look at his drink, trying to determine what it is based off knowledge alone.
"I'm a bit surprised to see you alone here, if I recognize you correctly."

[yippiekiyay]

He knows her, too. Kinda hard not to after that demon possession mess. Plus, she'd been in holding in Police Plaza for a while. Always meant to have a little talk with her back then.

"What, you think I've got a million friends to hang out with?"

[darkprophecies]

"At least one or two." she lifts an eyebrow at that, but barely smiles. "Enough to have a companion to drink with, or otherwise tell your troubles to."

Raven shrugs lightly, eyes diverting to the bartender for just a moment, as if she's thinking on something.
"Individuals shouldn't be alone when in pain."

[yippiekiyay]

"Maybe some individuals would rather not get their pain all over everybody else," he returns, sipping that whiskey.

"Didn't you take off by yourself and go hide in the mountains or somethin' after that whole Satan thing?"

[darkprophecies]

"And those are the ones that find themselves lost." she would drop that subject the best she could, after all, she had only just sat down - best not to make a bad impress---- oh dear she already had.

"Yes, I did. I returned a little over a week ago."

[yippiekiyay]

"Bet you were in pain," he says, sharply. "Bet you were alone."

Finishing off his glass and waving for another.

[darkprophecies]

"Precisely why I came back, I realized how ridiculous that notion was. Being alone only made it worse."

Despite the headache she may get from being near someone so negative, she doesn't move, not even an inch.

[yippiekiyay]

McClane just shakes his head at that.

"Doesn't matter how many poor saps line up at this bar. I'm gonna be alone."

Then, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Is that demon shit gonna happen again anytime soon?"

[darkprophecies]

Third time she's been asked that this week, yet she doesn't show any signs of being against answering it.
"No. When I was killed, the demon was killed with it. Upon my return, it was gone."

She finishes off the club soda, pausing a moment in debating on getting another, or actually ordering a real drink.

[yippiekiyay]

He's not much of an advertisement for real drinking. The sourness is palpable.

"So you knew it was still there waitin' to fuck with you at any time before that shit went down, huh?"

[darkprophecies]

"Precisely why your department was able to track me with the chip in my neck, and I attended court-mandated sessions with a therapist for so long. There was always a chance it would be released."

She sighs, and upon getting the bartender's attention, orders something with a bit of fruity sweetness to it. Nothing much, but enough to fit the mood. With a quick flip of her identification just incase, she simply had to wait for the drink itself.

"I did my best to stem it, as did others, but in the end it wasn't enough. Regardless of how little it means, I truly am sorry for that."

[yippiekiyay]

"Yeah, I know," he says, without any malice as his thumb rubs the edge of his glass.

"Some woman hypnotized me into kidnapping a girl," he admits. "Shit happenes here you can't control."

[darkprophecies]

"... I'm very sorry to hear that." she grimaces gently, adjusting how she's sitting to get just a bit more comfortable.

"Look, I---" she gives pause, before sighing. "I don't know what I can do, or say to perhaps help in any of the situations you find yourself under. But if there is---"

[yippiekiyay]

"Get some capes together and go find the Joker," he says. Yeah, there's something she can do.

"I'm too close to it, and he knows it. He's got my number and I can't not react to him, even though I know that's what he fuckin' feeds on. I'm not hearin' enough outta these cape squads, besides Osborn's group of assholes, and I trust them about as far as I can bowl 'em."