Memories

[viv_ward]

Her hair dripping wet after washing it in the restroom over the sink, Vivian stepped back out of the ladies', only to find herself not in the bar she'd been in just fifteen minutes ago in New York

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[p_gabriel]

((Am I able to post a comment here? Thought I'd ask instead of interrupting something))

[viv_ward]

((You're more than welcome ^^))

[p_gabriel]

Gabriel walks into the bar with his zombie slave Jerry. He sits down at the bar and says, "Would anyone be willing to serve me a drink?"

[viv_ward]

Vivian finished pouring her own drink, then turned to the voice. "Oh it's you, it's self service sugar, get your dead lackey to do it if you're above getting your own"

[p_gabriel]

Gabriel nods and points to the drink and Jerry gives him it. "I like this place, its got a nice atmosphere. Its also got a wide range of company." Gabriel takes a zip of his drink then spits it out in another glass.

[viv_ward]

"Good for you", the quiet bar had only moments ago been pleasing, now she wished there was someone else here that Gabriel could talk to, she really didn't need another round of moral reprehension from an angel.

"Back in the day, it was better", her answer was short, and her irritation apparent.