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[dead_n_drunk]

Enter a short, pudgy, grumpy-looking woman. She looks about ready to kill something, as she's just woken up with a hangover and found herself here -- wherever here is. She drops the bottle that she's holding onto the floor (where it shatters and reveals that it was quite empty before its untimely death). With a glare that could melt diamonds, she

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[pauvreduckling]

Chase had the unfortunate timing to have entered the lobby at the same time the woman appeared. Wincing a bit at the tone, he asked, "Your sons?"

[dead_n_drunk]

Ma rounded on him, stomping up close to peer up at him, one hand held ready to grasp his ear if he needed to be pulled down to her level. "And who in the name of the sweet Lord're you?"

[pauvreduckling]

"Doctor Robert Chase," he answered, somehow managing not to squeak.

[dead_n_drunk]

"Awful girly fer a doctor, ain'cha?" That hand by her side moves, lightning fast, to take a firm grip on his earlobe, a slight tilt of her wrist threatening a twist. "I'm lookin' fer Connor and Murphy MacManus, doc." Her tone makes the word a taunt. "Wanna tell me if they're around this place?"

[not_wonderwoman]

Cigarette in one hand, he presses the other to his forehead, trying to ease his own hangover.
"I DON'T KNOW! Now go away and yell at someone else!" he yells back at her.

[dead_n_drunk]

"THA'S NOT EXACTLY A WAY TO SHOW A GOOD EXAMPLE, IS IT?" Ma advances on him slowly, teeth bared in a rather yellow way.

[not_wonderwoman]

"I DON'T CARE. I'M NOT HERE TO SET AN EXAMPLE." He glares, he's not used to meeting people who yell as loud as he does.

[dead_n_drunk]

"WELL SHUT YER GODDAMN FLAP BEFORE I BUST YER HEAD, ASSHOLE." She raises a wide, threatening hand.

[veritas_sanctus]

"Jaysus fuckin' Christ, woman. I'm right here, alright? No need ta yell." Truth be told, Connor was a bit thankful to see his Ma there. She wasn't nearly as scary as his Da. Well -- scary in an entirely different way.

[dead_n_drunk]

"Don' ye tell me there's no fucken' need ta yell!" Her hand flashes out, lighting quick, and comes to rest on Connor's earlobe. "Lord's name, ya little bastard! Christ!"

[veritas_sanctus]

Connor winced and bent over so his ear didn't get taken off, "Ow -- HailMaryfullagrace -- " he muttered, crossing himself quickly. "Ma -- let go'a me ear now, please?"

[dead_n_drunk]

"Not until ye tell me what the hell ye've been doin'? WHERE HAVE YE BEEN? Not visitin' yer poor ma, I'll tell ye that? Where's your bastard brother?" She ignored his request, twisting just a little.

[fathermacmanus]

"Won't do you no good to be makin' a fuss in this place, Annabelle." Dominic states watchin' his wife.

[dead_n_drunk]

The sound of his voice strikes Ma momentarily speechless, then she rounds on him. "I knew it! De'il 'imself spat you right back out o' Hel, di'n' he? What the de'il are ye doin' here, Dominic?"

[fathermacmanus]

"None of us know." He states simply. "Everyone here came from some place or another and don' know how ta get back."

[dead_n_drunk]

"Well, ye'd better be gettin' back." She moves automatically to grab a bottle to threaten him with (her favorite move), but (of course) finds none, having already dropped hers on the floor. Growling, she balled her hand into a fist instead.