INBOX.

[leaguer]

SARA LANCE. CALL. TEXT. VOICEMAIL.

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[leaguer]

I dunno about my spirit
But I certainly can do

[scovilles]

ugh
i need to wash that bad joke out of my memory with some more booze

[leaguer]

Could always come down to the Rogues Gallery.
I know the owner
He's a pretty cool guy

[scovilles]

i'm going to tell him you're an embarrassment
but i'm all about free booze
meet you there?

[leaguer]

Already here.
By all means tell him though
He'll probably take credit for it
Something about him rubbing off on me blah blah blah

a-a-action because i'm too lazy for log posts

[scovilles]

[ it doesn't take her long to hop a trolley over to the gallery. maybe, at some point in the future, linda will consider buying a car. today is not that day. tomorrow won't be either, because she fully plans on getting smashed this evening courtesy of whoever is slinging bar tonight.

sara's easy to spot, dirty blonde hair a dead giveaway in the low light, nursing something in a glass that's almost overly clean for this establishment. ]

This seat taken?

[leaguer]

( sara turns her head, offers a slow smile as she lifts her glass of whiskey in a half-toast, half-greeting. it's just a typical day at the gallery. )

All yours, Linda Park. ( and after a slow sip: ) Took you long enough. ( except it definitely didn't, but that's okay. )