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[bitingmybullet]

You thought being a werewolf was tough?

Try it with PMS.

Gwen is just getting over the worst cramps of her life-- frankly, she'd rather turn into a werewolf for the first time all over again than go through another round of these-- but she has been Hearing Things, you see, and has come to the conclusion that she can't afford to spend another day

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[sky_from_sea]

Anna is there, still looking bruised and battered.

Her throat is still sore, and if she had a turtleneck, she'd be wearing it.

She does manage a smile when she catches sight of Gwen, though.

Even if she's also waiting to be yelled at.

[bitingmybullet]

Ohhhh, what do you know.

Just who Gwen wanted to see.

"Anna."

Relieved, worried, more than a little irritated-- but honestly? She's smiling too.

"You look like shit."

[sky_from_sea]

Anna laughs, wincing slightly.

"You should see the other guy."

She's always wanted to say that.

Kind of.

[bitingmybullet]

"So I hear."

It's hard to tell whether or not she approves.

"Are you okay?"

[rebelw_outclaws]

There is possibly a cloud of cigarette smoke in one corner.

Well, and a werewolf behind it who's sitting bolt upright at her entrance.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen flashes him a crooked smile and waves.

She's been hearing things about him too, actually-- but then, that's not anything terribly new.

[rebelw_outclaws]

That he's pregnant with Les' baby? Dammit, Journey, that bitch! He warned her about that kind of thing!

He's on his feet and in front of her in moments.

And then stops.

And then gives her an utterly goofy grin.

"Long time no see."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen's ... still kind of in pain. But she beams.

"Yeah. Kind of."

A slight arching of eyebrows. "I hear you've been keeping busy, though."

[bass_line_blues]

Preston hasn't so much been leaving the Wasteland. See: ribs, broken. Also, steady source of alcohol.

. . . also, it has to be admitted that he's been a little nervous of what Gwen might say about the fact that there was a preemptive strike while she was indisposed.

[bitingmybullet]

"... Oh, Jesus Christ."

Why, yes.

That would be Gwen stalking (not limping) in Preston's direction, eyeing him in considerable displeasure.

Possibly for injuries. It's getting to be kind of second nature at this point.

[bass_line_blues]

Preston gives her a small smile and a very small wave involving the minimum possible amount of upper-body shifting.

DEFENSIVE MILDNESS POWER, MAAAAAAAAAKE UP!

[bitingmybullet]

Mmmhmm, right. If Preston had superpowers, he'd be wearing a miniskirt right now.

Gwen continues to eye.

"Hey."

[k_gabriel]

Karla is, despite certain posse-related activities, mostly undamaged.

She's feeling good enough to have her feet propped on a table and her guitar in her lap, in any case.

[bitingmybullet]

Karla is a welcome sight. Also not as high as Anna and Preston on Gwen's list of People to Interrogate as to Their Recent Doings!

She's ... fairly high up, however.

"Hey there."

[k_gabriel]

"--Gwen. Hey."

Karla looks up, and breaks off from playing (something twangy and folk-sounding, if fairly low-key) to wave.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen smiles.

"If only Preston could follow your example. Sadly I think he's still self-conscious about the whole solo bass thing."