The Inferno, Boston, Tuesday Evening

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The bold neon-red sign saying INFERNO was blazing on the side of the building. It was the middle of the week, add yet there was still something of a line outside. Not around the building, like on the weekend, but there was still a brief wait until hopefuls (many of them couples on Valentine's Day dates) got to join the crowd inside, taking cover

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Sometimes, you just wanted to go where nobody knew your name. Where you could get trashed and forget everything that was weighing you down (the holiday, the death of her entire family, her ex-habit of killing and eating people) and maybe find someone willing to help you shut off your brain that didn't remind you of any of those things you were trying so desperately hard to forget.

That was why Kathy had taken a portal off the island after her talk with Raven. The first fare that had popped up was for Boston and Kathy had taken it without any more thought than it was a city she'd never been to and had no memories for her to worry about. But a frigid walk through a historic city wasn't what she'd needed to dull the clamor of her brain, so as soon as the sun went down, she'd gotten dolled up (thanks, local department stores) and gone to find somewhere that would offer her drinks and distraction in equal measure.

Spotting the name Inferno had made her laugh, albeit a little bitterly, and now here she was, striding into the place on

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Unsurprisingly, Ezra wasn't paying attention to the door. Didn't have the time or the reason to. There were also far too many people here for him to catch anything like a familiar scent.

He was... possibly going to be cursing both these things, later on.

But for now, someone entirely else was coming up to Kathy to see whether she preferred a table or something else.

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This was going to be such fun for both of them!

"No thanks," she said, giving the maître d' a smile. "The bar will do just fine this evening." It was already hard enough for her to get drunk without having real food to sop it up.

Besides, she was in Purgatory again. Of course she needed a drink.

"I'm sure there's a nice couple behind me who'll appreciate the table more anyway."

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The maître d' nodded and politely gestured her in the direction of the bar.

Where Ezra had just disappeared into the back room so they could re-stock the cocktail sticks with the little hearts at one end. They were running through those fast tonight.

He'd be back soon enough.