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[int4glio]

[She goes out most nights, can't abide boredom in the slightest and she doesn't see why she should have to when there's always a club or a bar or a party or a fight to go to. She doesn't drink, doesn't like any kind of inebriation whatsoever, she preferred her mind at its highest capacity, but she knows there are plenty of others willing to overindulge in her stead, and she'll be waiting to catch their slack mouths in a kiss on a dance floor, or to punch their noses bloody if they're stupid enough to start a fight.]

[ituncleared]

[He's washing down another shot, smacking the glass down against the counter with a grimace and a hiss. Its immediate effects brush off and he smiles at the bartender when their eyes meet, nodding quickly with a show of his hand and deep exhale to say he's had enough, before anyone starts preparing him another drink.

He turns around and leans against the counter to watch the people dancing away their energy and good sense. Lewis looks like he's in a good mood, both relaxed and restless. Excited.]

[int4glio]

[What an unpleasant creature. It draws her attention, yes it does. She's a rather unpleasant creature herself, but she hides it better. She has her pretty face and good, upper class breeding. The latter she only uses when it suits her, the rest of the time...

She has her hands halfway down the band of a drunken girl's tights, but she'll stare right at him, curious to know if he'll notice, how he'll react. She could always use more company.]

[ituncleared]

[He notices them, alright. The eye contact makes him break it and pass his attention on to other dancers until he finds someone that might want to take him away from here later on. His eyes eventually return to the girls out of curiosity, though -- when you can't help it, you just can't help it.]

[eparpillement]

[She doesn't like leaving Temple on his own in the motel, but it's safer there than taking him out with her. She heads down to the nearest bar and starts asking if anyone has seen this girl.]

[deontological]

[ Ethan's seated at the bar, perched on a stool with an untouched drink by his hand. Old habits die hard and while he's never been too fond of alcohol, he's always known that sometimes people came to places like this for more than just a drink or a fun time. He turns his head slightly and picks up on some young woman asking about a missing person.

He casually takes a drink and tunes in, subtly turning his body to absorb more of the words that leave her mouth, curious to hear her story. ]

[eparpillement]

[Jenni doesn't drink at all, not anymore. She's been by herself for a long time, and what little money she had all went to taking care of her brother. Before they'd left town, it had been bills and food. Not much has changed, just added in motels and bus fare.

She moves through the room determinedly,]

Her name's Taylor, [She's explaining to a group of leering young men. They're not really listening to her, and she knows it, sneers back at them,] Maybe she punched one of you guys in the face or something.

[They don't think she's funny and tell her to fuck off. Frustrated she moves on, group by group, until she finally sits down next to him at the bar.

She sets the picture down, easy to see. Slim girl with messy black hair, cigarette drooping from her lower lip. 'Stop taking pictures already, J!']

Have you ever seen her around here?

[deontological]

[ he watches with detachment as she makes her way through the bar, stopping at every cluster or small grouping of people for questioning while waving around a picture. He can tell by her body movements that she's still determined--the disappearance couldn't have been too long ago then, he rationalizes--and she seems to be batting away the persistent disappointment and failure of not finding her friend with enough success. ]

Taylor, huh? He puts his drink down when she comes to sit down next to him and he gives the picture a customary glance. Young, pretty, smoker, and a spirit of rebellion are the qualities that scream up at him when he takes a look and he cant help but think she's the perfect type of women his killer back home used to hand-select.

"His killer." The secretary back at the office was right, maybe he was spending too much time on this case. He shakes his head, picking up the photo gingerly to give it a better glance for her comfort. He's already picked up all the information the picture has to offer but the urgency in

[everybruise]

[Big cities don't make him quite as nervous as much as they just increase his caution. He doesn't want to have to give up his shotgun because people don't care much about strangers being careful, the same way he doesn't care much about the sulfur slaves providing them with protection.

He walks down calmer streets with his hands tucked in his pockets, alone. It's been a long while since he's last seen Jack. He's worried.]

[duplicar]

I hope you have good restaurants here.

[howaverage]

Surprisingly, some of them are pretty decent.

[ Holding a warm cup of coffee from Whatbucks. Because nobody wants to be sued. ]

[duplicar]

Oh, good.

[he pauses deliberately and smiles.]

Take me there.

[howaverage]

[ She looks up from her cup, frowning at him. That was both rude and demanding, especially coming from a person she had one conversation with. ]

I'm rather busy.

[boomfizzlepop]

[ For once in her life, Michi chooses a quiet bar, one that opens out onto the street, down a quiet side line. After a brief argument with the bartender about the whether Michi's ID was real or not, she seated herself at a small round table with a mojito and she hasn't moved since, in a distinct state of moping. Things haven't been fun lately, just weird. This means that either she needs to change things up and rob a bank (or perhaps somewhere more exciting), or she really need to get some friends. Either way, she suspects neither of these things will probably be achieved in this lonely little bar. ]

[smokingrockstar]

[ Maude tends to hop from bar to bar a lot. Sure, her favourite one is that dinky Irish pub, especially because the old man that doesn't talk - possibly because he's mute - lets her take the stage and play a few tunes, but right now, she has ended up in this one. She spotted Michi already but first she's picking a beer, and only then does she slide onto the seat next to the tiny girl. ]

Heeeyyy. [ Ruffling her hair. ] What's up with that mopey face?

[boomfizzlepop]

[ Michi is completely caught off guard by Maude's sudden appearance, scrunching up her face and shaking her head a little post-ruffling, grinning brightly in response. She's rather glad to see a nice and familiar face for once :[ ]

I ain't mopin'! Just thinkin', I guess.

[smokingrockstar]

You are totally moping.

[ She sips her cold beer and leans back a bit, pulling the guitar case from her shoulder and setting it on the floor, between her legs to keep it safe. ]

Thinking always implies moping. That's why I do very little thinking. [ A wink. ]