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[song_tra_bong]

Someone who has been conspicuously absent for a few days in no way related to her mun being locked out of the network is now back in the bar. Not for long though, if the bag and rifle beside her are any indication

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[jackdriscoll]

There is an unfortunate Irish-American gentleman sitting at the bar with a pint of Guinness. It should be noted that he is wearing a plastic green cap with an orange and white-colored fan on its top, orange cargo pants, and a long green t-shirt with the text "KISS ME, I'M IRISH!"

Why, no, he doesn't look happy about it.

[song_tra_bong]

Oh, good Lord.

Can you really expect her to pass up instructions like that?

The terminal flirt should not be allowed out of the house on St. Patrick's Day. Or New Year's. Or Mardi Gras. Or...most holidays, really.

Which is to say, there's a blonde American girl on the barstool next to him, setting a bag and an M16 on the floor. She flashes him a grin just this side of cheeky and says, "Hello, lovely."

And kisses him.

The grin is back. She tilts her head, decidedly amused, and waits for a reaction.

[jackdriscoll]

Jack decides his forehead and Bar would make very good friends.

"Christ..."

[song_tra_bong]

She pats his head, stifling a giggle.

"You keep calling me that. It's sweet, if a little misguided."

[underwater_owl]

"Heading somewhere?"

Random slips into the seat nearby.

"With the rifle, I see."

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles. "Never leave for home without it."

Well, except that one time. But those were extenuating circumstances. Not like she wasn't capable of defending herself with a knife and a bottle of tequila.

[underwater_owl]

"Glad to hear it."

He likes the thing.

"Back to Vietnam you go?"

[song_tra_bong]

She nods.

"I do. 'S been two months and I miss it. Gonna go wander for a bit; hoping to keep my head down for once."

[ardens_guard]

[OOC: Don't know if you're still arond mate, feel free to delete if you've crashed.]

Julian entered the bar late this evening, and has been across the room for a while, eating dinner and lingering over coffee. He's been watching her off-and-on, but eventually curiousity gets the better of him and he walks over gracefully.

'Leaving?'

Because this is what counts as a polite conversation opener, when it comes to her. Yes.

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: still awake! *flails*]

"Mhm. For a little while."

And this is almost verbose. Charming couple, aren't they?

[ardens_guard]

They really are!

...well, pretty, at any rate.

He sits down and just looks at her blankly for a moment.

'Well?' is eventually offered, as if she owes him an explanation.

[song_tra_bong]

She doesn't particularly feel like she owes him anything.
No promises, remember?
Doesn't mean she's not willing to talk.

"'S been two--almost three months since I've been back. I miss it; no real plans for hunting just yet, mostly looking to just relax."

If anyone can find Vietnam in wartime relaxing, it's her.