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Log: Jennie and Garrison
Obviously a man can't get a quiet drink as Lil leaves, but Jennie drops into Harry's after.
It was going to be last call in a half hour, but Harry had already sat down and mentioned that last call only meant the point he could stop serving alcohol. Kane would have to pour his own after. That had earned one of Garrison's rare smiles of the day, appreciating the man for understanding. The bar was nearly empty, a condition that he'd been waiting for before leaving his room. The surprise was expected, finding them alive again, and the support almost overwhelming. But it wasn't something that Kane could articulate that, the feeling of being lost, or worst, unmasked as a different person, wasn't what he wanted validated. Kane just wanted answers, but didn't even know what questions to ask.
Which had led his thoughts to his father, and the ten minute call to Didi arranging for them to pick him up in Sydney in a few days. He'd fly up to sort things out with Vikks, his sister, and then catch the twenty hour flight to Australia. He'd be the first to admit it was running away. Sometimes, that was all that made sense. It was days like this that not having the mindless distraction of a ball game galled, and he sipped his pint at the bar.
When the pint was empty, a fresh one appeared at his elbow. Not from Harry though. Those one from a familiar dark-haired girl. Jennie. The look on her face contained no pity, no gentle understanding, none of the other useless emotions when it came to dealing with someone who had undergone a horrible trauma. Instead, it simply said, I know. She gave Garrison a small smile.
"Aren't you still technically underaged here?" Kane said, although it wasn't unkind. More of a shadow of his joking self, which had been wiped away by the incident.
"Yes, but those drunken harpies who are in no way my friends over there are of legal age, and were in dire need of a DD," Jennie indicated the corner where three girls were laughing just a little too loud. "Therefore, Jennie to the rescue. Oh, and technically, April bought you that," she pointed to the pint, "since, she owes me bigtime and I'm, you know, underaged," Jennie leaned back on the bar, eyeing her friends and trying to figure the logistics of getting the three boozehounds to the car, before turning to Garrison and giving him a small shrug.
"Sounds like a big night. Drunken friends, dodging repressive American drinking laws; no one would ever guess the truth." He shook his head and took a sip of the pint. "That deep behind this drunken cop and that college girl exterior, lie badly dressed superheros. We should have capes or something."
"'Ro's got one," Jennie said, "Obviously she's never seen the Incredibles. Capes are just asking for an unpleasant meeting with a jet turbine. Also? Hard to be thrillingly heroic if you've got the wind going the wrong way and you get a cape to the face." She was quiet for a moment. "You know, I became a superhero so people wouldn't fuck with me anymore? Clearly, I thought that one through."
"Yeah, we might as well paint a big fucking target. Wait, we already do. X marks the spot, right?" Kane drained a long swallow from the glass. "Fuck it. More people back from the dead. The trainees are going to think that they get immortality with the uniform at this rate."
"Fuck, who's to say we don't?" Jennie said with another shrug. "I swear, the Chicken Men from Mars are next," she turned towards Garrison and met his eyes, "I for one, will welcome our feathered overlords and the change of pace they bring."
"Scott's got that danger room scenario on the files, you know. Right next to the one where sentient broccoli men grown by an evil corporation go attempt to take over the world."
"Yeah, it's right next to the Nintendanger room--" suddenly there was a loud burst of laughter, followed by an even louder "Jeeeeeenniiiiie!" from the girls in the corner. Jennie winced. "Ah, duty calls. My sad sad sober duty." She turned back to him.
"You know, it sucks now. And it's going to suck for a little while. But everyday it sucks a little less," she shrugged and then knocked the bar next to him. "Welcome back, starshine. You were missed."
"You should get back to your friends." Kane said, and as she stepped away, he turned back again. "And Jennie? Thanks."
It was going to be last call in a half hour, but Harry had already sat down and mentioned that last call only meant the point he could stop serving alcohol. Kane would have to pour his own after. That had earned one of Garrison's rare smiles of the day, appreciating the man for understanding. The bar was nearly empty, a condition that he'd been waiting for before leaving his room. The surprise was expected, finding them alive again, and the support almost overwhelming. But it wasn't something that Kane could articulate that, the feeling of being lost, or worst, unmasked as a different person, wasn't what he wanted validated. Kane just wanted answers, but didn't even know what questions to ask.
Which had led his thoughts to his father, and the ten minute call to Didi arranging for them to pick him up in Sydney in a few days. He'd fly up to sort things out with Vikks, his sister, and then catch the twenty hour flight to Australia. He'd be the first to admit it was running away. Sometimes, that was all that made sense. It was days like this that not having the mindless distraction of a ball game galled, and he sipped his pint at the bar.
When the pint was empty, a fresh one appeared at his elbow. Not from Harry though. Those one from a familiar dark-haired girl. Jennie. The look on her face contained no pity, no gentle understanding, none of the other useless emotions when it came to dealing with someone who had undergone a horrible trauma. Instead, it simply said, I know. She gave Garrison a small smile.
"Aren't you still technically underaged here?" Kane said, although it wasn't unkind. More of a shadow of his joking self, which had been wiped away by the incident.
"Yes, but those drunken harpies who are in no way my friends over there are of legal age, and were in dire need of a DD," Jennie indicated the corner where three girls were laughing just a little too loud. "Therefore, Jennie to the rescue. Oh, and technically, April bought you that," she pointed to the pint, "since, she owes me bigtime and I'm, you know, underaged," Jennie leaned back on the bar, eyeing her friends and trying to figure the logistics of getting the three boozehounds to the car, before turning to Garrison and giving him a small shrug.
"Sounds like a big night. Drunken friends, dodging repressive American drinking laws; no one would ever guess the truth." He shook his head and took a sip of the pint. "That deep behind this drunken cop and that college girl exterior, lie badly dressed superheros. We should have capes or something."
"'Ro's got one," Jennie said, "Obviously she's never seen the Incredibles. Capes are just asking for an unpleasant meeting with a jet turbine. Also? Hard to be thrillingly heroic if you've got the wind going the wrong way and you get a cape to the face." She was quiet for a moment. "You know, I became a superhero so people wouldn't fuck with me anymore? Clearly, I thought that one through."
"Yeah, we might as well paint a big fucking target. Wait, we already do. X marks the spot, right?" Kane drained a long swallow from the glass. "Fuck it. More people back from the dead. The trainees are going to think that they get immortality with the uniform at this rate."
"Fuck, who's to say we don't?" Jennie said with another shrug. "I swear, the Chicken Men from Mars are next," she turned towards Garrison and met his eyes, "I for one, will welcome our feathered overlords and the change of pace they bring."
"Scott's got that danger room scenario on the files, you know. Right next to the one where sentient broccoli men grown by an evil corporation go attempt to take over the world."
"Yeah, it's right next to the Nintendanger room--" suddenly there was a loud burst of laughter, followed by an even louder "Jeeeeeenniiiiie!" from the girls in the corner. Jennie winced. "Ah, duty calls. My sad sad sober duty." She turned back to him.
"You know, it sucks now. And it's going to suck for a little while. But everyday it sucks a little less," she shrugged and then knocked the bar next to him. "Welcome back, starshine. You were missed."
"You should get back to your friends." Kane said, and as she stepped away, he turned back again. "And Jennie? Thanks."