forty year old woman seeks nightlife in the monster city

[matchbreaker]

Okay at this point I'll basically take anyone.

[ Wesker is missing. Both her sons are missing. she herself has been injured a few times now and she has freaking super strength. It's the dead of the night and she's resting up in a manor filled with no one but herself and cats. She was intending to go and drink a bottle of wine in her room, but she'd done that too much in the last two weeks and at this point she's just pissed off enough to make a tacky open retrospec post. ]

Anyone over twenty-one, that is.

Someone go out for a drink with me. Or feel free to recommend something else to do right now, I'll take whatever. Be prepared to fend off monster, I suppose.

That's just how life is now I suppose.

[ So I considered making an open action log but I opted not to so feel free to reply here with shitposting, actual responses, or we can transfer over to action in reply chains here, it's all good. ]

Comments

[crudest]

what you didn't feel up to the other offers?
alright meet you there

[matchbreaker]

Most of them weren't free!

[ ... Is not the reason but hey, whatevs. ... Wait, she should check his profile? Huh, okay. ]

I'll see you there.

[crudest]

[his profile is unhelpful and the picture of a cat eye

whoops

at least baren kaiyou is sort of well known model??? regardless, he keeps an eye out for her. when she shows up, he's sitting at the bar and waves a hand to her. hopefully that's a good enough sign]

Miss Marker, right? What can I get you?

[matchbreaker]

[ You know, she doesn't recognize him by name but when she sees him...

Oh.

That guy? Okay, wow she keeps meeting all these mildly famous people. Ah well. She does look more or less like her profile picture. Her hair's a little longer now (a bit more towards shoulder length) and is, well, purple. And she's got red eyes which she's squinting a bit even in the light of the Inkwell.

That said, to the bar and!]

Oh, I don't know. Something light and fun, you probably know better than me. That's me though, yes!

[crudest]

Hmmm, then let me play around with something -

[And he perks up and - just hops over the bar? Yes, he's back there and the bartender now. Apparently the staff is fine with it, considering that he's pretty familiar with the owner.]

I thought for sure you'd ask for something stronger considering the week.

[matchbreaker]

I'm not opposed... but I confess, I'm usually the sort of have some wine. That didn't suit the mood though, and that's part of why I'm out.

[ She says this with a little shrug, but also a laugh. Apparently, she's in good enough humor despite being tired and miserable.

... Wow, what a leap. ]

Have things been hard for yours?

[crudest]

[The good humor is respected - and he'll hum as he puts together something both strong and fruity....]

Hmm, don't know if that's the adjective I'd use...

Just plain weird, maybe.

[matchbreaker]

Hah! So I guess you've not nearly been killed, huh?

[ she's going to cross her fingers, leaning over the bar... ]

[crudest]

I don't know if that's limited to just this week anymore, though.

[Once he's done making her drink, he'll pass it over to her. Even though bartender isn't his occupation, he can mix a pretty good drink from repeated experience.]

Though I figure it's extra hard for non-combatants. That'd be you, right miss?

[matchbreaker]

[ Non-combatants... she laughs a little, at him? At herself? She's not sure which anymore, maybe just how insane this has all been and how much she'd been forced to adapt already. She trails off, and...

you know, what's a good way to show off? ]

Oh, I'm sure I'm a fair shy stronger than you right now.

[crudest]

[ . . . maybe he shouldn't just buy into this but he's always been terribly curious - ]

Yeah? Can I get a demonstration?

[he sounds more excited than doubting, though??]

[matchbreaker]

Sure! What's heavy in here I'm not going to break my lifting?

[ That's what she was looking for. The tables are probably bolted, right? Or ... at least, there's stuff on a number of them. ]