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[cholesterol]

Yeah, Adrian's
Yeah

We met drinking at The Hex Club. He came in on my shift and I stayed after. Got on like a house on fire.

[unfazeable]

All right, that's encouraging. Chris has got a very big personality, but doesn't help anybody to be lonely.

Bonded over the music, then? Or were you also in his line of work?

[trying to be relatively discreet, not give away that chris was some kind of government operative paramilitary mess. in case that's off-putting to some. she's found the house residents surprisingly tolerant of it, though.]

[cholesterol]

You think he's lonely. I'll keep that under wraps.

Don't know about his work, but yeah, our music tastes line up pretty much. He a hunter?

[unfazeable]

Yeah, better that way.

I actually don't know if he's hunted before. Probably a good shot, though. Was planning to take him to the range some point.

That what you are? Hunted something? Big game? Small?

[cholesterol]

My lip fingers are sealed
Or something way less gross

The supernatural. The ones that deserve it. The monsters. Looks like he'd be a good shot, though.

[unfazeable]

Really?

[that's a first. she thinks? not that her own existence was secret back home, other than the obvious ways, but metahumans were different back home.]

So like, you went after homicidal vampires and such, similar to what just went down? Or more like aliens in big fucked up body armor?

[cholesterol]

He doesn't need to know what his roommate thinks, unless she wants him dead. Literally. You want Chris dead?

( than, really. )

Vampires, ghosts, werewolves. Vamps aren't usually broadcasting.

[unfazeable]

Naw. I suspect he's a good lad, really. Seen enough death in my time, anyway.

[talking about herself, she can do. fair game.]

Wow. Suppose I shouldn't be surprised there's a lot of worlds have got that going on, considering how many different kinds of vampires we seem to have. So you're just like the Buffy girl, owns the gym, killed the bugger in the end?

[cholesterol]

You and me have that in common. Sorry to say it doesn't stop here. Only doesn't stick.

( good. so can he. )

No, she's a slayer. Got a calling. I just had a shitty childhood.

[unfazeable]

Yeah. Very strange, that. Glad it wasn't the rule back home or I'd have died a lot more there, too.

Was it your parents got you started, then? Or they weren't in the picture?

[cholesterol]

Just because you could?

Dad. Mom died when we were four. Practically helped raised my brother while our dad hunted the thing that killed her and everything else he could find. When I was old enough, he brought me into the life, and then when he was, Sam.

[unfazeable]

Because they'd have owed me a good murder attempt. Turnabout and all that.

Hm. Sorry about your mum. I lost both mine when I was little, and it was because my dad was also on a bit of a revenge mission, too. Or trying to prove himself. But I think it adds up the same, in the end.

You ever try to leave the life? Before this, I mean.

[cholesterol]

It's fairplay.

You know what they say about revenge, not that I listen to old proverbs.

Once. Didn't last.

[unfazeable]

You think it's different here because there's just no other option?

Or because the drinking's free, so you'll accidentally fuck off to a bar with your boy Chris while there's hunting to be done?

[cholesterol]

Don't know, don't pretend to

I slept in, it happens. More than enough people stepped up, including you

[unfazeable]

Not how I heard it. But it's true, there were a hell of a lot of cooks in the kitchen, by the end.

You don't get bored here, I take it. Despite the job not being what it was anymore.

[cholesterol]

People are talking about me missing all the fun?

Easy to get bored anywhere, but there's enough to do here.

[unfazeable]

Just Chris talking about himself. He did imply you were good fun, though.

You one of those found a job somewhere in this billionaire's mansion?

cw. brackets mention of suicial ideation

[cholesterol]

That, he's right about

( when he's not a depresso suicido wet blanket alkie. )

With the giant revolving rooms. Yep. The Hex Club. And I train Cellar at Buffy's gym.

[unfazeable]

Well, the training at Buffy's gym doesn't surprise me in the least. Sounds like you and Chris can both handle yourselves, when you're on deck.

[not a dig at their little break from on-duty, actually.]

What do you do at the Hex Club?

[cholesterol]

I'll be sure to be next time.

( he does miss the adrenaline. last time, he happened upon buffy and angelus as they went out the window. and then he found them again, correction: found buffy and a pile of dust. )

Sling drinks.

[unfazeable]

Why'd you decide to do that? The bar tending?

Been thinking about trying something different here. There are a dozen people willing to go a few rounds, but I was fighting all the time back home. Almost nothing but. If I can't try something else in a new dimension, then when?

Just drinking for free, that the appeal?

[cholesterol]

Easy. Passes the time. Keeps my hands busy.

You were a fighter? Like in a ring?

[unfazeable]

No, just the shadow ops stuff. Nearly all combat-oriented, that's all.

Suppose I could look into food and drink service. Seems popular around here. We don't have to pretend the customer's always right, do we?

[cholesterol]

Black Ops? Big change coming here.

Don't know. Depends on your boss.