Lighthouse Cottage, Friday Evening

[bigbrothersean]

It'd been a good day. Of course, "a good day" was defined as Annja having managed to refrain from killing Garin or punching Bryce.

"A good day" was also defined as Garin managing to behave himself around Savannah for the most part. Of course, this only had Sean and Annja wondering just what he was up to. But as Garin's flirting had actually put

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[spiritandsword]

Annja was laying across the couch with her head in Sean's lap. She was holding her own glass of vodka.

"I didn't kill anyone," she said proudly. "I didn't hit Garin or get into a loud verbal discussion with Roux. I did awesomely."

[walks_two_paths]

"Garin's not so bad," Savannah said as she took a sip of whatever was in her glass by this time. "He's kind of cool."

[bigbrothersean]

"Do we know where Garin's sleeping, anyway? Did you remember to get him reservations at the hotel?" Sean asked, looking down at Annja.

Somehow, if the answer was no, he wouldn't be sad.

"And you?" He pointed at his sister with the hand that held a beer bottle. "Can stop thinking he's cool, thank you."

[cabalprogeny]

"Yeah, what he said," Bryce said from where he'd draped himself over a chair, with his head hanging over the edge.

"Wait. Did we just agree on something? Holy shit, we're drunk."

[spiritandsword]

"Well, she did get involved with a super hero," said the woman who had been de-aged when she touched a damn sword.

[walks_two_paths]

"At least I haven't become my four year old self for awhile," she mused. "And no comas, either." She handed Bryce her glass. "Thank you."

[bigbrothersean]

"Lack of comas is always a good thing," Sean said wisely. "And last time you were your four-year-old self, you called Bryce."

[cabalprogeny]

"I will never get over how weird that was, by the way," Bryce called as he headed for the alcohol.