7 works. Gets us back home in time for whatever's gonna get thrown at us next. I'll try to keep it so I can get home on my own two feet by the end of the night, but no promises.
[turns out working at a host club is pretty good for her wallet. she's already on a stool inside with her black wings framing white hair, her shoulder blades exposed in a ratty tank top so she doesn't have to worry about covering the wings up. part of the reason she picked this bar is because it's spacious as far as bars go and she's not gonna end up knocking anything over.]
Yo. Killing the outfit. [she pulls a bag off the stool next to her and brings it down to the floor.] What you been up to?
[but if they're one of Freya's friends, they're probably pretty chill. she puts on the most sheepish look she's ever worn, which still isn't that bad.]
Kid got really pissed at spirits just in general, I guess. I held on to one and he decided to shoot it. [she encouraged him to shoot it.] The spirit ate the bullet, but it hit me a few minutes later what a stupid idea that was. For both of us.
[Freya glances over with a cheeky smile before taking a solid drink of it.]
[...but really, she'll be sipping it from here on out. She meant it.] Yeah. Rotten, smashed, gut full of piss, off my face, legless, hammered. What'dya you think I am, a one-pot screamer?
[She drawls out, laying her accent on thick. Freya's sure she missed more than a few bits of slang, but she's not really putting effort into this.]
[Anna laughs at all the slang Freya's able to pump out and tries her hand at some of her own, but it's been, you know, kind of a while.]
Kind of like being total drauf or ein endloses Bierloch or, uh, wir sind blau, oder gehasselhofft, oder... fuck. German's hard for non-Germans to understand. You've got the good ones.
[she takes a drink herself, and she's not being nearly as modest with it.]
[It's Freya's turn to laugh. She does try to puzzle out the sounds, but Anna's right.]
Those aren't even the best ones. The favorite of all my non-Straylian friends has got to be "I hope your chooks turn into emus and kick your shithouse door down."
[well, add her to the list, because it gets a smile about halfway through and then an incredulous laugh from Anna by the time Freya finishes possibly the best piece of slang ever.]
What the hell does that even mean? God, you guys really know how to party down there.
[She can't not smile. It's great, seeing people react like that.]
Cliff notes? "I wish you bad luck." Translation? May their chickens transform into emus and kick in their toilet door while they've got their pants down. Never heard anyone actually use it, but still hell of a phrase.
[that's real good. she racks her brain trying to think of any good ones to share back at Freya, but it's been too long. all she can come up with are weird folksy ones.]
If someone lives out in bumfuck nowhere, we say they live where the fox and the rabbit say good night to each other. All the ones I can think of are kind of cute like that. Or, like, weirdly pig-themed. German's like that.
[yeah, no, Anna can't even argue that. Australian slang is tough, like literally everybody from Oz she's ever met, which is. well, Freya. she takes much more than a sip.]
You know, same old. Getting weird memories about flying centipede robots and almost blowing myself up. Normal, everyday stuff.
[Freya hums thoughtfully, tapping a finger twice on the bar in the meantime. After a moment, she nods.]
Yeah. Sounds about right. That little game in Respatrum? Guess she's done something like that before. Got a vision later of goin' skydiving out of a falling plane to catch some other people with Bahamut.
[She glances over with a grin.] So about par for this stuff, yeah?
Holy shit. I still can't believe that whole thing happened. Feels like a weird dream, almost.
[that's what being high on adrenaline and maybe vaguely dissociating will do, she guesses. Jill comes back over and Anna talks first, reaching for her wallet and discreetly sliding over a tip that she's, uh, not hurting to give. she's not loaded from working the host club, but it's. way better.]
You been getting some of the memories I've been getting and you'd wanna drown your sorrows like this, too.
[of course, there's a lot Anna doesn't know about Freya, and she's still going to try to keep this a bummer-free conversation. but that door is at least open now.]
[Freya barks a laugh before she can stop herself, closing her eyes and shaking her head with a grin. Well, it's good that she can laugh at the sheet irony, at least. It actually was kind of funny, even if her humor was threaded with something wry and bitter.]
[Yes, she very much wanted to drown in a bottle--or hide, more like, and do something with all that turmoil coiled under her ribs, but Freya's written that off as dangerous weeks ago. She stays like that a moment before shaking her head a second time and taking another sip. ]
Tried to warn you. Still, not happy to hear it's that bad. Anything you need to get off your chest?
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[Freya'll be there on time, and'll head inside and wait at the bar with something colorful and probably fruity.]
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Yo. Killing the outfit. [she pulls a bag off the stool next to her and brings it down to the floor.] What you been up to?
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[The wings earn a curious stare. She still had those? It's just been a few weeks, but Respatrum felt like ages ago.]
You know, there's probably an angry little man with an unlit forge that wants his fire spirit back.
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[she's been spending a lot of time up there, honestly. it's been a busy month.]
I got it pulled out of me after one of my friends almost shot me in the chest. Like, with a gun. [she shrugs.] The wings stuck around.
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You know, I'm really not sure where to start with that. "Oh, wow, Anna, what went wrong?" or "Friends with Prompto?"
[She feigns an airy voice for both.]
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[but if they're one of Freya's friends, they're probably pretty chill. she puts on the most sheepish look she's ever worn, which still isn't that bad.]
Kid got really pissed at spirits just in general, I guess. I held on to one and he decided to shoot it. [she encouraged him to shoot it.] The spirit ate the bullet, but it hit me a few minutes later what a stupid idea that was. For both of us.
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[Freya chuckles as she flags down the bartender.]
Mm, I'm gonna take a stab here. With a gun involved, I'd say... colossally stupid?
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[and working tonight is a bartender Anna knows from when she was in college, even though she hasn't been here in super long.]
Hey, Jill. Past few years have been great to you. Uh, anyway, just give me whatever she orders. At least for this first one.
[and she passes it off to Freya with a smirk.]
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[Some kind of sweet mixed drink it is.]
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I wasn't expecting that. That what you go for when you're not out to get... what did you say, rotten?
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[...but really, she'll be sipping it from here on out. She meant it.] Yeah. Rotten, smashed, gut full of piss, off my face, legless, hammered. What'dya you think I am, a one-pot screamer?
[She drawls out, laying her accent on thick. Freya's sure she missed more than a few bits of slang, but she's not really putting effort into this.]
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[Anna laughs at all the slang Freya's able to pump out and tries her hand at some of her own, but it's been, you know, kind of a while.]
Kind of like being total drauf or ein endloses Bierloch or, uh, wir sind blau, oder gehasselhofft, oder... fuck. German's hard for non-Germans to understand. You've got the good ones.
[she takes a drink herself, and she's not being nearly as modest with it.]
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Those aren't even the best ones. The favorite of all my non-Straylian friends has got to be "I hope your chooks turn into emus and kick your shithouse door down."
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What the hell does that even mean? God, you guys really know how to party down there.
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Cliff notes? "I wish you bad luck." Translation? May their chickens transform into emus and kick in their toilet door while they've got their pants down. Never heard anyone actually use it, but still hell of a phrase.
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[that's real good. she racks her brain trying to think of any good ones to share back at Freya, but it's been too long. all she can come up with are weird folksy ones.]
If someone lives out in bumfuck nowhere, we say they live where the fox and the rabbit say good night to each other. All the ones I can think of are kind of cute like that. Or, like, weirdly pig-themed. German's like that.
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[A sip of her drink.] So, aside from almost gettin' yourself shot, you been up to any thing?
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You know, same old. Getting weird memories about flying centipede robots and almost blowing myself up. Normal, everyday stuff.
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Yeah. Sounds about right. That little game in Respatrum? Guess she's done something like that before. Got a vision later of goin' skydiving out of a falling plane to catch some other people with Bahamut.
[She glances over with a grin.] So about par for this stuff, yeah?
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[that's what being high on adrenaline and maybe vaguely dissociating will do, she guesses. Jill comes back over and Anna talks first, reaching for her wallet and discreetly sliding over a tip that she's, uh, not hurting to give. she's not loaded from working the host club, but it's. way better.]
Double of the strongest stuff you have.
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Trying to keep it so you can walk out, huh? [Another sip of her own drink, and teasingly,] You want me to carry you home that badly, more like.
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[of course, there's a lot Anna doesn't know about Freya, and she's still going to try to keep this a bummer-free conversation. but that door is at least open now.]
I'll be able to make it home. Promise.
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[Yes, she very much wanted to drown in a bottle--or hide, more like, and do something with all that turmoil coiled under her ribs, but Freya's written that off as dangerous weeks ago. She stays like that a moment before shaking her head a second time and taking another sip. ]
Tried to warn you. Still, not happy to hear it's that bad. Anything you need to get off your chest?
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