apocalypsehowcomm | Oh, yes, it's Ladies' Night. And the feeling's right...

Who: The Ladies ~~(featuring Winter)~~
When: Tuesday Night
Where: Starting out a bar named TWenty-One and Cup and from there, who knows!?!
Summary: All of the girls have been invited. Now it's time for the Ladies enjoy a much needed night on the town. DRINKING GAME ALERT! Spot Winter, take a shot.
Notes: This is a mix and mingle style log. Post your own top-level, respond to others.
Warnings: N/A at the moment, will update if needed.

There's a new bar in Gloucester and the imported ladies mean to make the most of its first Ladies Night. Twenty-One and Cup promises half-off all pun-inspired drinks and shots are buy two, get one free. There are plenty of pun-inspired drinks such as Cinnamon Toast Punch, Tequila Mockingbird and Sauvignon Private Ryan. The puns don't stop there. Puns adore the various artwork surrounding the bar.

The rest of the bar's décor is casual. There are fairy lights that decorate the ceiling with a large disco ball in the center of the room that's meant to serve as the dance floor. Seating comes mostly in the form of tables but in the various corners there are booths to sit in. There are a smattering of couches here and there.

There's no need to worry about a designated driver. They all had to take the bus.

All signs point towards that it should be a fun evening for all though some may hate themselves in the morning.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Trying to do something that's almost kind of normal. Okay, normal for other people, but you know what I mean. But don't worry, this isn't me looking for an excuse to go on a bender and fall apart or anything."

She's pretty sure of that. Mostly.

He waves that concern off.

"It's nice, isn't it? Sometimes. Trying to live the way they live."

"I'm trying to figure out if I was normal in my world, or if I counted as weird even back then."

She does notice his use of the word 'they', placing himself outside the norm too, and appreciates it. But she doesn't say anything about it, instead taking a large gulp of her drink.

"I was definitely weird back home." He takes a sip of his drink. "I haven't seen Ches since your party. Is he gone or are you just not seeing him anymore?"

Meredith takes a large gulp of her sangria before answering.

"He's vanished. And I don't know well enough to know if he's disappeared-disappeared, or taken off to where he can go and be a werewolf without ADI knowing."

"I'm sorry either way," Malcolm tells her, tipping his glass towards her. "I hope he's okay. He seemed like a decent guy."

"I think he was. I really do hope he's somehow back home with his pack. He needed them, like you or I need our hands or our brains."

And she drains the rest of her glass rather swiftly, gesturing to the bartender for another.

"Or each other?" Malcolm suggests, sipping his own drink.

Ches had referred to them as a pack.

"Or each other. Though damned if I know who's the alpha in our pack. Lord knows I'm not following Tim anywhere. But he's a good wolf."

She laughs, sitting back in her seat, thoughtful. "You'd make a pretty wolf, too, especially if you kept those pretty blue eyes." These are no longer sane, sober thoughts, sorry.

Malcolm laughs. "Well, I don't intend on parting with them any time soon."

Though the idea does remind him of the image of his father gouging out an assassin's eyes on the floor of his cell while grinning madly up at Malcolm.

"I guess that makes you the alpha."

They'd pretty much already agreed on that.

"Me? I thought the alpha was supposed to be the strongest wolf in the pack." There's a bit of a scoff, self-mocking but too light to be considered bitter.

"Yeah," Malcolm replied matter-of-factly. "Exactly." That's her.

"You spent the entire time we were snowed in together mopping me up as I broke down completely. And you still think I'm the strongest one?" Slightly more seriously, now.

"The snow wasn't natural and I'm not sure what happened to you was, either. I don't know if they're connected, but I'm not ruling it out," Malcolm says.

Meredith stares at her drink for a long moment.

"I'm pretty sure it's not. It wasn't, I mean. But I might be wrong." She hopes she's very much wrong. She wishes dearly that it was all just stress getting to her and not.
.
.
.
something else. Someone else.

"We've all felt pushed here in weird ways. Ways we can't explain. Ways that made sense in our heads when they happened," Malcolm points out. "The snow could have brought something with it."

"And it could have..." She stops herself, frowning. "Yeah, yeah, you're probably right. Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize; I'm just guessing. Well. Theorizing, I guess. It could have what?" he asks.

"The...the last person I talked to before I lost it. Was Jeff. He seemed antsy. Nervous. I don't even remember what we talked about, but I remember the look on his face, like..."

She pauses, and glances sidelong at Malcolm. "Desperation. Need."

"Do you think he hurt you?" Malcolm asks bluntly.

"I don't know for sure."

But it's possible enough to be worth raising as a possibility.

"Is there a way to find out? Some kind of... magical forensic evidence? Some... trace on you or in you?" Malcolm asks. It's not his area of expertise, but it has to be somebody's at ADI.

"I tried to ask Jeff about it."

She pulls out her phone, thumbing the screen, then passes it over so Malcolm can read what happened.

Malcolm reads the messages, then hands her back the phone.

“I’ll talk to him,” he says. “I don’t know what we’re going to do if he really does slip away.”

"Protect Tim's heart as well as we can, for one. The rest, I don't know either." Meredith tucks her phone back away, sighing.

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