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[headed4hell]

Grace is pissed.

For the moment she's hiding it well beneath her casual disregard for anything around her other than the Budweiser in her hand, but her friends would notice something simmering under the disinterest.

Good thing they aren't here.

She'd left the bar and the surprise family cabal only to find Earl sitting at her counter with the freaking brochures she'd just thrown away. Belching, she deleted her sister's messages and ignored Earl's latest attempts to impress upon her the importance of family values. It was a relief when he flashed the wings and disappeared to Vegas or the Titanic or wherever the hell he said he was going. She doesn't care. She never cares.

But she doesn't feel like being alone. These days, that means finding Mike and making some trouble, so here she is, lurking around the main bar with a beer and a somewhat vacant expression, waiting for trouble. Yee-haw.

[OOC: Also for car keys, all are welcome, slowtime likely, etc.]

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[street_sparrow]

A very small figure darts through the front door, vanishes under her table, and stays there.

[headed4hell]

Grace snorts.

Certain other people can go to hell, but she likes kids.

She takes a drink, casually poking around with her toe until she reaches something soft.

[street_sparrow]

Jean-Philippe eyes the foot, considering, as it nudges him - and it isn't by any stretch of the imagination a kick, that's different - and prods it back.

[headed4hell]

A throaty laugh is his only response. The foot, enclosed in a dusty leather cowboy boot, taps on the ground.

Above him, Grace hums a country song and fishes her smokes out of her jacket pocket. The flick of a lighter, the hiss of burning paper and the smell off smoke should all reach the kid under the table.

"You all right?" she asks at last. "You hidin' from somebody?"

[street_sparrow]

He makes a non-committal noise, idly fiddling with her bootlaces.

"Not if this is Milliways."

[lazy_but_loyal]

A tall blonde comes down the stairs. The way she walks with a self-assured, purposeful stride, she could be a runway model.

Or a predator.

A very well-dressed predator, then, with perfectly coiffed hair, wearing a designer form-fitting outfit that's all leather and studs, and impossibly high stiletto heels.

She stops at the bar where she momentarily distracts herself by checking her makeup in a compact mirror.


[OOC: This could end in tears, but I couldn't resist XD]

[headed4hell]

Grace notices.

She's pissed, not dead... and always a cop at heart.

Hell, in this place she could even be dead and notice. Ain't Milliways grand?

"Hey," Grace says, coming up next to the other woman, innate confidence and devil-may-care attitude making up for her short stature. She doesn't comment on the makeup checking or the stilettos that look like they could be used as a weapon. She doesn't much care about that stuff. It's the predatory walk that caught her interest. "Wanna drink?"


[OOC: *cackles*]

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam pauses.

Still holding the compact mirror open, she looks down at the small human.

She smells like all sorts of vices, and judging by her heartbeat, she's a plucky little thing.

Then Pam looks left, and then right.

And then back to the human.

Pam's face remains stone cold expressionless.

"Are you talking to me?" she drawls flatly.

[headed4hell]

Grace looks right, and then left. Then back at the lady with the open mirror. Both eyebrows shoot up.

"Yeah," she replies, her tone a friendly enough challenge, laughter lurking below the surface. Glancing away, Grace throws a leg over the stool and slides on, leaning her elbows on Bar, grinning when a bottle of Jack Daniels appears. Bar knows her so well. "That a problem?"

She gets the ice queen thing and all, but the bar is a little light on interesting tonight. It could use some livening up.

[lazy_but_loyal]

The woman seems so...rustic. Like those Bon Temps people.

Pam snaps the mirror shut and tucks it into her clutch.

"Not a problem at all."

She turns to face her and props a hand on her hip.

"I just didn't think I was your type."

Smirk.

slowtimeed

[lt_blade]

The bar wasn't like rush hour. There were no specific way of predicting when the place would be more or less crowded. Sonya had only been in the library for what had to have been two hours when her stomach started protesting.

Hunting for empty space took a few minutes and Sonya finally spots an empty booth near the back, ordering a ginger ale just out of caution. It comes out of an old fashioned bottle and reminded her of the old fashioned gas station from when she was five years old.

Another look around has her spotting a woman with an all too familiar expression on her face. "There's room here if you want to avoid the crowds."

Re: slowtimeed

[headed4hell]

Grace's expression doesn't change, but she slides into the booth a moment after the invitation is offered. Truth is, she's more tired than she wants to admit. The beers from Louie's are wearing off and this one hasn't kicked in yet.

"Hey."

Beat.

"Thanks."

She looks at the other woman and takes a long drink.

Re: slowtimeed

[lt_blade]

She looks tired, even Sonya could see that-something else she recognizes in herself. "Not a problem. Even Milliways can seem too crowded for its own good."

Ironic that the one place to get away from it all, it's still hard to get away. "Which is it, rough week or rough month?" No one got that exhuasted just in one day."

Re: slowtimeed

[headed4hell]

Grace laughs.

"Rough life. Sisters, you know?"

She glances away, watching a man across the room, grinning.

Re: slowtimeed

[lt_blade]

"Not really. Brothers yes..sisters.." Well, the women she's worked with in the army atleast. "Annoying yes, but I'd hardly call dealing with them rough."

She held out her hand. "Sonya Blade, Army." The last part was just because.

Because This Had To Happen

[hey35andholding]

Clementine isn't very good at picking up on social cues. Don't ask why she became a cop. Excuse her for passing by while whistling a Blondie song, Grace.

Re: Because This Had To Happen

[headed4hell]

Grace usually blows past social cues; not because she is oblivious, but because most of the time she just doesn't care.

"Blondie," she says, smirking. "Nice."

Re: Because This Had To Happen

[hey35andholding]

Clem gives her a grin. Hey, she loves music. "It's normally The Dan for me, but I'm in a Debbie mood tonight." She lifts her chin at Grace and sits nearby. "Nice brand." She pats Bar and orders her usual, a shot of Jaggie and a bottle of Pabst. "Haven't seen you around before."

Re: Because This Had To Happen

[headed4hell]

"Buzzcocks," Grace says in turn, straight-faced.

Only then does she laugh and tilt her head to check out the bottle of Pabst.

"Yeah? I've been around. Just ask Bar."

Bar sends up a napkin: please don't.

[hey35andholding]

"Zepp," she replies. And yes, Clementine has a requisite fangirl tattoo upon her back. When the napkin appears she chuckles. "Honey," she tells bar, "you know I'm just gonna ask her more questions."

Bar's next napkin says: leave me out of this, you two. And don't break the furniture!

"Oh, come on! That was one pool cue and he deserved it!" She rolls her eyes and shoots Grace a grin.

[whatisastiles]

Did someone call for trouble?

"Grace, you're a cop!" calls a teenager who lacks the good sense to reintroduce himself to people he knew as a child. "I need murder advice!"

If Grace remembers a cute kid with a mischievous grin and a penchant for lunchables, she may not recognize this taller, plaid clad version immediately.

[headed4hell]

Grace remembers the kid. This overgrown puppy is unknown, not that it matters one way or the other. There's only one answer to that statement, and Grace doesn't even blink as she delivers it.

"Don't do it."

[whatisastiles]

"Yes, thank you, I hadn't figured that part out yet," he says, rolling his eyes.

Stiles, it's kind of bad manners to sass the person you're asking to help you.

"I'm not trying to murder Derek, just get him arrested. Again."

Stiles, it's also kind of helpful if you give the lady some context.

[headed4hell]

Huh.

"Well, shit."

Grace hooks her thumbs in the belt loops of her tight jeans and sizes him up, looking faintly amused.

"Remind me not to piss you off."

[whatisastiles]

"Don't go on a murder spree in my town and you don't have to worry."

He's not just trying to get a man arrested for fun.

And, like, hypothetically, if he were going to just frame a dude for fun it'd be for, I don't know, some minor infraction. Jaywalking maybe. Framing someone for jaywalking would be an interesting challenge.