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[wichita_kansas]

Who: THE EVIL WARDEN PUB THREAD: OPEN. No thread order! Start 'em up!
When: Immediately after the flood begins.
Where: The pub.
Warning: Who knows? Will tag as the magic happens. [First warning: Mirror Howie is a pimp. Someone needs to champion for his virginity!]

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[wichita_kansas]

She removed her hands from her face and clasped them in front of her, sobbing, but without tears. Tears would obviously ruin her makeup, so she opted out of the real thing. She felt like crying, if that counted for anything.

She looked up at Howie and stuttered, "A wine cooler would be g-good. Anything. I've just had the worst day, Howie..."

[hopeless_hacker]

"Oh, all her days are the worst days," Toshiko snapped, crossing the room with inordinate ease given the high heels. "What's so terrible, did you break a nail? God, you're an oversensitive slapper." She lifted one hand in greeting to Howie.

"her stupid face".

[wichita_kansas]

Wichita's eyes narrowed at the sight of Toshiko. She hated her stupid face with a burning passion that could only be amounted to jealousy. Her slender figure, her perfect complexion. It set Wichita off in ways she couldn't exactly explain.

Keep your enemies close, she thought.

"Hiiiiiiiiii!" She said shrilly, "Tosh, I'm so glad you made it. You know Howie, I guess?" She blinked vapidly.

;-;

[hopeless_hacker]

"Yes. Unlike some people, I'm perfectly capable of looking beyond my own reflection," Tosh said with answering sweetness, taking a barstool. "How're things, Sergeant?"

[amissbennet]

Elizabeth glided in not a moment later, casting her eyes about the place. If Howie saw fit to surround himself with such women, she could stand to drink alone. Without pause, she gathered her dress to ensure the cleanliness of her hem and moved to a two-person table near the bar but against the wall. Howie should know well enough to offer her a drink or she would leave if she must.

[wichita_kansas]

Wichita shrugged and crossed her legs, turning towards Howie. Any signs of distress were obviously lost to her competition with Toshiko for her man.

She leaned her head to the side and blinked a few times at Howie, "Well, Sergeant, I'm sure if anyone can put that perky wench in her place, you can. I admire your work with her. You're so stern and experienced! It's a very..." she bit her lip, "...attractive set of qualities you have."

[hopeless_hacker]

Fortunately for Wichita, Toshiko wasn't exactly competing. She just rolled her eyes at Howie in a 'yes, isn't she utterly shameless?' sort of way and poured herself a whiskey; God knew there was enough to go around without having to sink to the redhead's level.

I'm gonna go ahead and say a total win for Howie. STAY CLASSY!

[wichita_kansas]

Wichita looked dejected for a moment before shooting a glare at Toshiko. She had ruined her potential make-out session with a guy who had a title. She rolled her eyes and hopped off of her bar stool, taking her drink with her. "Skank!", she uttered quietly as she walked away to let her Inmate in the bar.

[amissbennet]

"Are you certain you would not rather continue your time with that preening caliban?" Elizabeth mused to Howie with a wicked smile, letting nothing show of her excitement to see the man attend to her thus. Considering a moment, letting her fingers run the edge of her hem in a subtle and flirtatious manner, she didn't bother to wait for an answer. Any sensible person should want to spend time with her rather than that thing. "If you might be willing to fetch me a glass of red wine? I do dote upon your little rapture of attentions and cannot think myself so happy at any place other than here. Alcohol is a fine distraction, after all."

[amissbennet]

Elizabeth nodded. Casting a short glance over her shoulder at the other woman, her gaze quickly returned to Howie. If the wench truly wished to engage in competition, then she would lose. "No, indeed. Her complexion is far too weathered and her pronunciation too singular as to understand half of what she says."

Still, best not to dwell on the other woman either. Gently wrapping her fingers around her drink, she took the glass to her mouth and sipped lightly at the wine before returning it to the table. "How is our dear Elle fairing? Has she yet resolved to better herself?"

[tadwizard]

"Elle?" Tony asked, overhearing as he sauntered to his seat, beer bottle in hand. "What's the use in asking about that little bitch? She's a waste of effort if you ask me."

Setting his bottle down on the counter, the black clad young man allowed a shadow tendril to extend from his fingertip and trace the rim of the bottle.