Grace Hanadarko (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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milliways_bar2014-08-06 10:35 am
headed4hell) wrote in milliways_bar2014-08-06 10:35 am
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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.]
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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"Why don't you just stay here?"
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He shrugs.
"I could, I s'pose. But 'Ponine's still out there, I can't leave her."
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"That the horse?"
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"...no." Strange look. "My sister."
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Grace looks away.
"That makes sense."
She sounds doubtful, a fact probably resulting from the conversation she had with her own sister earlier that evening.
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He's got good at listening to people's voices.
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"Your sister. Is she hurting too?"
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"That sucks."
Poignant, no, but true.
"Listen, kid. You need me, you let me know, okay?"
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Grace holds out her pinky finger again.
"I know you will, kid."
She'll watch out for him, anyway. When she can.
It's what the good cops do, right?
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"Thanks."
He has met a few good cops - a few - who care about the downtrodden.
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[ooc: works for me! And young JP will be back, periodically. :D]