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Hey, anyone who's not obsessing over bread want to go for a drink, or something? I'd say leave it for a curse free night, but I'm feeling lucky, and who am I to deprive the world of this?

[He leans back from the camera, just to give everyone the full benefit of his lanky frame. A few seconds later, he holds up his finger and ducks away to go and scrounge under his bed. He emerges with this, courtesy of one very anonymous Weasley.]

Oh, yeah. And before I forget. Whoever left this? Funny. Your wank puppet's getting dumped if you don't claim it back soon, though. So unless you don't mind sharing with rats? I'd get on that.

Just don't go expecting those tissues back. There's probably still a few lying around somewhere, but I think they might be used.

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Pretty much everyone'll tell you the Blue Light, but I can find way cheaper.

You know the underground?

Heard of it. Vaguely. But I don't know my way around it, no.

I'm a total new kid on the block here, you're gonna have to cut me some slack.

All right, fine. Where are you?

[She may have been lying about her age since she got here, but only so she could stay at the orphanage until she can figure out a better living situation, why.]

I'm... like right by the movie theatre thing. Halftime Show? Haven't actually been in there yet, though.

[Oh, great. Why did't Nathan think of that one?]

I'll meet you there, then. I'm shit with directions.

[Right, then. Wichita nods and shuts her comm off, already getting up, grabbing her jacket, and heading out to the cinema. Nobody had to know where she was living, damnit. Not that her scam for free housing was all that embarrassing. Well, kinda. She lived with a bunch of kids. Anyway.

Eventually she's nearing the box office of the cinema, which seems like a perfectly good place to stand around and wait for this guy. What was his name again? Shit. He had an accent and huge hair, those were easy enough to identify him by.

The Irish Afro. Kinda catchy.]

[Nathan doesn't have a hard time spotting her once he gets there. Well. It's either her or Charlie, and given he's here to meet her lookalike he can make a pretty good guess as to who she is.]

Zombie Girl, right? [Yeah, he's not so great with names, either.]

Right. [She keeps her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, nods with a slight wince with her nickname. Yeah, that had to change.] Well Wichita, yeah.

And you're the guy that's gonna introduce me to the shady underground of this place. Do you spend a lot of time there? I mean, should I have brought a shank with me or is it a little less shady than that?

[Like he can be expected to remember that.]

Nah, you'll be fine. I go all the time, and I think I've only died once down there.

You're... not kidding, are you. [Whatever, she can handle herself. And by handling herself she means getting out of bad situations before this guy does so he can take the hit. ..Maybe she should work on getting her hands on a gun before going after anymore wallets, though.]

And you just came back after that? This city just, what, reboots dead people?

Well, yeah. But I'm immortal, anyway. I wouldn't advise dying to the rest of you.

[Way to advertise yourself as a walking, talking target, Nathan.]

M'sorry, what? [Usually people used the term 'invincible' when they were dumb enough to believe nothing could hurt them, but they were talking about... dying and coming back, that-

What.]

You know. Immortal? That thing where you can't die? [Except the part where technically he can. He just comes back.]

No, that's invincible. [And now she thinks he's lying. HMMMMM! So she's just going to pull her hand out of her pocket, fast like lightning, and press two fingers to his temple.

It's a finger gun, roll with it.]

So which is it then? If I shot you right now, would you heal right back up, or die and come back? [She's trying to sound tough, but she's kinda smiling so it's probably ruining the whole thing.] If you're lying to me, I'll know it. And that's a risk you don't wanna take, pal.

Same thing.

[Okay, fine. You've got him. He shrugs, holding up his hands in surrender. He doesn't seem especially threatened, though. Probably because scary as women can be, she doesn't actually sound all that tough.] All right, fine. It's the second one.

[Interesting. Still sounds like bullshit to her, but she'll drop her gun. Well, "gun".]

So how'd you get to be immortal? Make a deal with the devil or something?

Struck by lightning.

So, my soul and my cock are both still yours for the taking.

Oh wow, sexy. I love souls. And subtlety. [She clears her throat then, takes another look around.] Well, I'm ready to be drunk. Lead the way?

You should've told me you were that desperate. I'd have brought something with me. [Maybe she'll appreciate the lack of subtlety when she has more alcohol in her system. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, jerking his head to indicate the direction they'll be going in before starting that way.]

Aw, that's sweet. [And she actually kinda meant it.] Though hey, I just got tossed into a city packed with living, healthy people after dealing with blood-thirsty zombies for three months. I think I've earned desperate-to-be-drunk.

Never said you hadn't.

First round's on you, by the way. I think I earned it for offering to walk you there.

What, no, you invited me out. That means you buy, where I'm from.

-- Though I guess we can just open a tab. Do people use credit cards here? Or is this whole city cash only? [Because she'll have to steal one for said tab.]

Not where I'm from. [Lies.] Besides, I don't have any money.

A tab could work, though. [Because the money section on the FAQ doesn't say anything about not having cards and I like convenience.]

Whatever, I'm not above skipping out the check at the end of the night, so, let's just go nuts at this bar tonight and never go back again. Deal?

[Yeah, I was just looking there too, hm. Usually she just opens tabs cause they're easy to ditch, so. Either way, money isn't really an issue.]

Where are you from, anyway? I was gonna just call you Dublin, but I guess that'd be annoying if you're not actually from there.

Deal. [He's more than happy to go along with this. He'll have to go drinking with her more often.]

Laois. Which isn't anywhere near Dublin, but at least that wouldn't make it sound like you're on about walking your dog. How about we just go with Nathan?

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