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[sneaklizard]

Who: Carey and Magnus
What: So, Carey died and came back. That's a thing. Time for a best friend hangout sesh!
Where: Speakeasy
When: Backdated to May 20th
Warnings: Language, talking about death/dying.



She's there early. Finding a seat is less of an availability problem than a privacy one; she wants to stay in view so he can find her easily, but she doesn't really feel like having anyone listening in, accidental or not, to their conversation.

Not that...not that there aren't several people who might actually understand it on a personal level. But, still.

There's more to this. Perhaps the first time she's been able to sit down with him ever since he got here. First time since she got here - so many things they haven't talked about yet.

Her mind wanders as he slowly swirls her glass, hanging from her fingers, sat at one of the speakeasy booths. It's quiet, right now - a welcoming environment for a subject like this.

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[nodogsonthemoon]

Carey doesn't have to wait long before Magnus comes in through the door. He looks around the speakeasy for a moment and it isn't long before his eyes lock onto Carey. Magnus smiles and gives a small wave in her direction as he heads over and sits down in the booth.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. I think I'm starting getting better at remember where stuff is around here!"

[sneaklizard]

She smiles back as soon as she sees him, and, even if just for a moment, she already feels a little better.

"You'll get the hang of it, bud. What's your poison?" She wiggles the glass in her hand. "They, huh, make all the stuff in here. It's pretty okay."

[nodogsonthemoon]

"Pretty okay is generally how I like my booze! I'll just grab a beer to start with. We probably shouldn't start out too hard, though I do have my tankard of potent drink in case we wanna get shit faced later."

He gives her a thumbs up as he goes to the bar to order his drink. It's not long before he returns to the table with his drink, ready to settle in and help his friend.

"How you holding up?"

[sneaklizard]

She huffs a quiet chuckle went he steps off to get his drink. She missed this. She missed her best friend.

"I, huh. Well." She looks down at her drink. She wants to think she's okay. For the most part, she really is. It's just...

"Dying's really weird, huh?"

Sorry I'm so late!

[nodogsonthemoon]

"Yeah, you can say that again. I've died like thirty times and it was still fucking weird every time. Though I guess it's not something that's supposed to feel normal."

He stops to take a sip of his drink, thinking of what to say next. It's true he technically has a lot of experience with death, but it doesn't necessarily make him good about dealing with it.

"But hey, now you're probably on the Raven Queen's shit list like me and the boys are. You just joined a very exclusive club."

late squad!

[sneaklizard]

She chuckles at that last part. "Sounds pretty badass. Death rebels V.I.P. Guess Kravitz probably hates that about this place, huh?" Not that she's talked to him much, but she can only guess. He was pretty pissed off that long time ago, in Lucas' old lab.

"Is there some sort of, uh, some jacket or something? A patch?" Jokes over jokes to make an uncomfortable subject a little lighter.