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Date & Time: Evening, after the zombie apocolypse
Location: The Bawdy Boar Tavern
Characters: Sonic and Calhoun
Summary: Drinking and shenanigans
Warnings: ...Drinking! =D

[It didn't take long after Sonic was released from iso to clean himself up--although the shower was the longest he'd taken in a while. Yeah yeah, psychosomatic blah blah blah but he still felt pretty nasty, even though his body was taken up completely clean of the zombie malignancy...]

[After that, the next order of business.]

[Text to Calhoun]

hey meet you over at the Bawdy Boar in an hour

remember, first round's on you!

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[chargethesebatteries]

Tamora hadn't been out for a drink since arriving in Exsilium--the closest she'd come was partaking in a bit of that Jack Daniels she'd put into Riku's cold remedy. Something just didn't feel quite right about drinking anywhere but Tapper's, Kohut in the seat to her left and Spears to the right. She was a creature of habit: fight bugs, knock heads, rinse, repeat, so she'd been rather off-kilter ever since having shown up in this place. Joining the police force had helped a bit, inasmuch as it had at least given her more to do with her hands, but she was still sort of floundering.

Meeting Sonic for a drink might have been a refreshing throwback to the arcade, but she was still getting used to the fact that this wasn't Litwak's Sonic. This Sonic didn't even seem to realize he was a program, meaning she still had to watch what she said. But after this week, maybe a trip to the bar was just what the medic ordered.

She responded to his text message with a quick, efficient "10-4", then hopped on her cruiser and headed for the establishment in question. If she were meeting anyone else for a drink she would presume to arrive first, but with Sonic it tended to be kind of inevitable to wind up keeping him waiting. Gotta go fast! Sure enough, when she arrived he was already there, and she shouldered the folded cruiser as she stepped into the bar.

"How fashionable is it to be late, anyway?" she asked with a wry grin as she slid into the stool at the counter beside him. "I'm usually early."

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Indeed the blue blur is there waiting, sitting on one bar stool with his feet propped up on the next, chatting with the bartender. He of course withdraws his sneakers to let her sit, perching properly.

"Caught up in traffic, eh? Hahah, nah, far 's I'm concerned, you're right on time!"

[chargethesebatteries]

"Well some of us have to obey the rules of the road," she quipped, then gave him a thin but genuine smile. "It's good to see you're doing all right. I really didn't expect to see you again, to be frank."

She wasn't going to go into how he was the PSA for not dying outside your game back home; somehow that just felt like throwing salt in a wound.

"Anyway, what're you drinking, Spike?" she asked then, waving at the bartender. She gave Sonic a helpless look. "Shoot a guy dead and the least you can do is buy him a round, says I."

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He also made PSA's not to drink too, but we can't always abide by what Sonic sez.

"Not too sure..." He swings his feet thoughtfully under the stool. "Don't drink all that much... Just a beer, I guess."