And an overdue reentry...

[hey35andholding]

[OOC: Previously: Enzo accidentally clued teenaged!Clementine into the fact that he's met her in the past, which results in her teenaged self and Sam leaving the Bar. Thread in progress.]

Clementine looks like shit, but she's actually thrilled to see this place again as she enters the Bar for the first time in months.

She's been through a hell of a lot since she's seen this place. Her one-day marriage had ended in with her sporting a black eye; Jones had turned up alive thanks to a horrible Halloween prank he and Dangle had engineered - which had resulted in Jim shooting himself in the foot and Garcia shooting Junior in the butt. Between those two colorful moments there had been a lot of mendacity; she was glad to have her little multidimensional bar back again.

Her palm rests against the top of the bar for just a moment as she entered. "Maybe I should've clicked my heels together three times?"

A pina colada appears.

"Yep. Should've clapped, too."

Botherable.

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[a1enzo]

"Clem?!" Enzo's expression jumps between [inexplicably] delighted and anxious. "What happened to you?" And then a different sort of anxious: "Here, put these on."

He's wearing a matching pair himself.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine's features compress into a grimmace of confusion as she takes the ear defenders and puts them.

"...While you were getting taller, did you get weirder too?" She shrugs. "Ex-fiance. His jaw's wired shut thanks to me - it's all cool."

[a1enzo]

Blink. Blink.

"Well... good." He definitely missed a few chapters of this story.

He shakes his head as though to dislodge water.

"I'm not trying to be weird, there's some sort of musical infection going around. Dani's parents make these, they filter out spectral noise."

They also work as communicators, but the mikes are off for now.

[hey35andholding]

"It was an impulse thing. I thought I loved him," she explains. And then she grimaces. "A music virus?"

[a1enzo]

"Well, I don't know what it is exactly, but Claudia was playing her guitar, and she never plays in public, but now she was and she wasn't even stopping to eat or sleep. And if it wasn't for my Guardian code, it would've caught me when I jammed with her, I could feel it starting to."

[notinthebook]

Emma doesn't normally pay a whole lot of attention to the other people in the bar (aside from when they're sparkly or, y'know, anthropomorphized animals): she figures their business is their business and none of hers. Right now, she's pretty much just concentrating on her cup of coffee and sandwich, and she'd be happy keeping it that way.

Except she really can't ignore that shiner. Call it a kneejerk reaction, a sudden flare of temper she can't quite control.

There could be an innocent explanation, but Emma's not really one to step back for perspective.

"You okay?"

[hey35andholding]

Clementine holds out her palm at the young blonde's question. "He's got it worse than I do," she insists. "It's cool - I'm okay."

[notinthebook]

"I guess that's something. I hope you made him pay."

She nods to the pina colada. "Maybe you oughta ask for a beefsteak with that."

She relaxes a hair, shoulders slouched, sips at her coffee, though there's still a sense of indignation in all her thoughts.

Guys who beat on women or kids are the lowest of slime in her book.

[hey35andholding]

"He's still in the hospital," Clementine smirks. "He got in one lucky shot and that was it." She shrugs. "I guess it couldn't make it worse." She finally glances at the blonde, curiously. "What's your name?"

[notinthebook]

An answering little tug of a smile pulls at one corner of her mouth. "Good for you."

It's the sort of thing Mary Margaret would be horrified by, but as far as Emma's concerned, if some guy tried to smack her around, getting put in the hospital would be the least of his worries.

"Emma Swan."

She turns on her stool to offer a hand to shake, and the shiny gold badge on her belt glints. "You?"

[gavin62truck]

Tommy has no idea who this lady is.

But when he goes up to the bar for a club soda he naturally notices her nearby, seeing the blonde hair first. And then the black eye second.

"Shit. You alright?"

It's not said with any sort of passive, reassuring concern; it's more like a whose face do I have to punch concern.

[hey35andholding]

She shrugs. "You should see the other..." she turns her head and gives him a long look. "Guy." She takes off her sunglasses and wipes the corner of her bruised eye. "Do I know you?"

[gavin62truck]

It's when she turns to face him and speaks that he's overwhelmed with a sense of déjà vu.

"Do I...know you?" After a long pause, during which he's trying to place her face, maybe envisioning what she might look like minus a decade or two (and also a black eye), he finally says, "I'm Tommy Gavin."

[hey35andholding]

Clementine eyes him, and then she slowly - very slowly - smiles. "No, but I wish I did. I'm Clementine." She shrugs and ventures, "were you at a bachelor party in Reno a couple of weeks ago?"

[gavin62truck]

Holy shit.

There's only one Clementine that he knows. But this is not the Clementine that he knows. Yet she obviously is the Clementine that he knew.

"Nnnnnno. I-- I'm not from Reno. I'm from New York."

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael's looking a bit better, just a couple days after getting his ass pulled out of a structure fire he's still a bit pink and his eyebrows are singed (and really, don't even look at the back of his head) but when he comes downstairs and sees a grown up Clementine he's first hit with an awkward sort of thankfulness that she's back to normal.

And then he figures the state she's in and sits down beside her before muttering under his breath; "Who do I have to kill for that?" His voice sounds raw, like he's been screaming for a couple days, and barely capable of the low tone.

[hey35andholding]

Her laugh is a bit bitter as Clementine spins toward him. "Where were you when Sam called me a..." She trails off and openly gawks at his eyebrows. Clementine is into beauty and notices details and he looks and sounds like crap. "What the hell happened to you?"

[luvs_yogurt]

"Structure fire," he replies simply, staring intently at her.

"Did Sam do this? Because I will kick his ass." He knows that hitting a woman is so far from Sam's M-O... but if he was pushed too far, who knows. In which case, he'd still deserve an ass kicking.

[hey35andholding]

"Michael..." She rubs her own brow and keeps staring, "when the hell were you in a fire?" Was Sam with him? She bites back the tiniest nibble of fear as it caresses her nerves and plunges on. "Come on." He knows Sam. They both do. "No, but he called me a whore."

[luvs_yogurt]

"Couple days ago, we're not talking about me."

He frowns even deeper, eyes narrowed; "I figured, but... what happened? I don't know the details."

[janisthorn]

And nearby is Leela, sitting cross-legged and drinking tequila.

She takes a long, puzzled look at the vaguely-familiar figure entering the bar.

"Hello," she says.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine stares right back - and after double-checking her clevage skips all questions and moves to the first thing that pops into her mind. "Nice vest."

[janisthorn]

Leela raises an eyebrow. She doesn't see anything particularly interesting about her manner of dress.

"...Thank you?" she says finally.

[hey35andholding]

"I tried to ask my leather guy for something like that, but he ended up giving me cut outs. I told him, 'what the hell's the point of a peeka-boo vest? They're supposed to mash the goodies together, not throw 'em out there."

[janisthorn]

Leela blinks. "...I don't understand."

Leela pauses for a moment, bites her lip and shakes her head. "Forgive me, I had thought for a moment that I had seen you here before."