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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Grace has done the groupie thing a time or three. She has nothing but respect.
"Your old man, huh? You all settled down these days, Lady Fireblossom?"
She grins, radiating her usual contagious mischief.
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She's going to start showing Grace pictures soon if she keeps this up.
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"Well," she starts, pausing to laugh once, "if you gotta settle on one guy, he sounds like a good one."
Looking around, Grace smirks a little.
"This place, man. It's great for social lives."
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"He's a nice guy. Which means we end up fighting sometimes. And yeah, hell yeah. I mean, my dance card back home is never empty, but this place - I met Wonder Woman, man. WONDER Woman, she was everything to me when I was twelve."
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Somewhere, Earl makes a vaguely disgusted face.
"Dude."
WONDER. WOMAN.
"Does that mean the invisible plane is in the garage?"
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