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[thesamurai]

Who: Michonne + You
Where: The bar
When: Feb. 13th
Rating: Let's start at PG-13 for light cussing and we can move it up from there if we need to
Summary: Carl was here. Now he's gone. Quick as that. (prose or brackets is fine, will match!)
The Story:

[She goes to the bar at eleven in the morning after spending the beginning of the morning being as sure as she can that Carl really is gone. No trace of him, no sign that he was even here for a couple weeks.

Weeks.

Not months, not some good length of time.

Weeks. Just long enough for her to think it'd be nice to have some kind of get together at her place to introduce him to people, rather than drag him around the mansion. Just long enough for her to think others might show up, give her a little bit of hope. In all honesty, she should have known better. That shit was too good to be true, and she's learned in the past few years, good things never last. Not Andrea, not the prison, not Alexandria.

So, she's at the bar, and she realizes she has no one to tell about this disappearance because she didn't get to say anything to anyone about him when he was here. She was selfish with him so that she could enjoy it, something that was just hers for a while, her own happiness, and now there's no one else who knows what she's drinking herself into oblivion for. Except Regina; she realizes it around four shots in. During the last event, she pointed him out, proud that he was there, that she could finally say she had someone from home. Dragging out her messenger, she sends a quick text to Regina (Not too early for tequila.) She doesn't want to say outright that Carl is gone so she leaves it at that. Maybe it is too early for this, maybe she's with her kid, her family. All of her family.]

Goddammit.

[Her single utterance is muttered to no one in particular before she takes another shot, then just takes a bottle of whiskey, sitting hunched over the bar, her entire body rigid, jaw clenched. She knows she'll never go back to the 'fuck people' mentality and isolate herself, there are still too many in the mansion who do care - she can admit that. But Carl's gone, her family, and she's pissed as hell at Wonderland today.]

Comments

[circlejerked]

Rough morning?

<sub>[Some time after Michonne, Anders strolls into the bar humming the tune to a well-known Ferelden ditty under his breath. The bar, being one of the mansion's hidden wonders he'd stumbled on quite by accident, is a good place to go for company and gossip, and even just to sit in for a change of scenery.

He'd come to play around with his communication device a bit, idly thinking he could strike up a conversation with another patron if he needed some technology advice, but then he sees the woman at the bar looking like she's about to rip the bar top apart with her bare hands. His plans momentarily move to the back burner.]</sub>

[assembles]

[ Steve hadn't been kidding when he'd said that he usually doesn't go to the bar. The only reason he's doing so today is because he's on the lookout for Cami. It's Valentine's Day tomorrow, after all, which makes it their one-year anniversary of having met each other. (And she might need the company. Maybe Steve does too.)

Cami doesn't appear to be on duty today, but Steve does spot someone else he knows seated at the bar. Michonne had come to drink with him back when he'd announced Bucky's disappearance, but this time around she's here solo.

It's a little early to be knocking back whiskey. Something happened.

Steve steps over, making sure he's loud about it so that she hears him coming, and then slides onto the stool next to her. He doesn't say anything at first, just looks from her weary face to the bottle in her hand. ]

[thecourier]

[Dan hasn't seen anyone he knows in months. Funny, really, that back home he could have done that and never even realised it but now he's starting to think that maybe it was really shitty of him to always be disappearing like that.

It's never too early for tequila. Or gin, or whiskey. The latter is what he's been drinking, mostly, for the past few weeks. Never trusted water and still hasn't broken the habit.]

The usual. [He says with a brief smile to the person manning the bar, toying with the glass once he gets it. His faithful dog takes up a spot between the stool and the bar.

There are people here who care. He's not used to that yet.]

[voiceinthedark]

[He drags himself to the bar. It's definitely dragging right now, not walking or running or even slinking. Dragging.

Maxine is gone, and it brings all the hurt back with it. He misses her like he's lost a limb, a deep ache.

So he drags himself to the bar and he knows it isn't healthy, drinking when he's sad, but there's not many other options when he's stuck here and Maxine is gone.]

Oh. Hi.

[whiskeyslinger]

[ Ellen is actually surprised to find someone in the bar before she is. Not that she has to be there, but with nothing to do until her shift starts at the diner she usually haunts the bar and doing the thing she's done best for so long. She lets herself behind the bar, silently putting away the glasses and giving Michonne some space.

It doesn't take a genius to see she's hurting though and after meeting her at Jo's wedding Ellen doesn't have the heart to let her suffer alone. She grabs a glass and sets it down beside her, leaning up against the bar. ]

You know the thing about this place is that you never have to drink alone. You going to share that bottle or do I need to get one of my own?

[madehervows]

[The second she gets the text, she's gone. It might be a bit too early for tequila for her, but that doesn't mean she's not happy to keep Michonne company. They really need to stop making a habit of turning to alcohol when everything goes to shit, but when it's the only thing that helps...

She slides onto the stool next to Michonne, not saying a word for a few moments. Instead, she orders a few glasses of water for both her and the other woman and then turns to Michonne.]

We can talk about it, or you can drink and I can make sure you get back to your room okay later.

[alionsheart]

[ He's not at the bar for any particular reason right now, other than to enjoy a drink with any friends who might happen to be patronizing the bar at the same time. Michonne is someone he's come to care about, so when he sees her looking rather...melancholy, to say the least, he approaches with a concerned look in his eyes. ]

What's happened?