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[cursedhyacinth]

[drinking alone, surrounded by empty bottles]

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[crimes_napoleon]

[Don't ask how he found you, Tim's just good like that]

You're going to end up needing your stomach pumped, if you keep drinking like that.

[cursedhyacinth]

[Jacinda looks up, woozy and drunk.] Come join me. 't'll be a party...

[crimes_napoleon]

[wryly:] I can't say 'no' to an offer like that.

[He takes a seat next to Jacinda, setting the glass of scotch he was holding on the table.]

[cursedhyacinth]

[Jacinda finishes the glass of whiskey in her hand.]

Tried t'talk to a doctor 'bout... 'bout starting on T....

[bat_by_blood]

[walks in with a nasty, but relatively harmless cut on her arm from a nearby alley and hands the bartender a bill for a suitable handle. She glances over at Jacinda as he passes a bottle to her before looking back to the man over the counter, lifting a brow] She looks about done.. or were you planning to keep serving until the ambulance charges you her hospital bill?

[cursedhyacinth]

[growl] "She" c'n hear you... an' "she" s'not a woman.

[bat_by_blood]

[lifts a brow. the stranger's musculature read as female. Someone undercover?] So you are still conscious. [eyes casually sweeping over the cemetary of empty bottles strewn around] ...Impressive.

[cursedhyacinth]

[Oh no, Jacinda looks 100% female when it comes to the physical. Zie lets zir mouth quirk up into a smirk.] Lotsa pra'tice...

[batbytheforce]

[Bruce rests one hand on your shoulder, the other on your wrist, stopping you from taking another drink] Are you alright, my boy? [His voice is very soft, very gentle]

[cursedhyacinth]

[Jacinda... Jason shudders at the gentleness, at what he says to zir. And carefully puts down the glass.]

I'm not. Not all right, an' 'pparently... not a boy neither.

[batbytheforce]

[Bruce spreads a blanket of calm and warmth over you, stroking your shoulder gently.] What troubles you, my child? How can I help?

[cursedhyacinth]

...Nobody magic will help me get my body back. Tried to find a doctor to help... hormone therapy an' all that.

He wouldn'. Said I was lyin' about bein' born a boy, an' th' mental condition I'm "pretending" t'have don't exist anyway.

Dunno how you c'n help. My Bruce can't...