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Jack teleported the three of them to the resort bar, led there by Sloane's recommendation. It was nice, Jack appreciated the location as they walked in and found a seat overlooking the rocky shore of the beach. To absolutely no one's surprise, Jack got himself a dark rum. He took a seat across from Anya at the table and stared out at the dark beach. It was like the Void, in some aspect. A place of nothingness that he could stare into for hours, and find but scarce traces of life until he came back to reality. Here, there was only the friends he made a lifetime ago, and for that he could only feel grateful. Jack often felt that he should've done this more, as a kid. If the old coven wasn't coming up with ways to deal with the Stygian Snake, they were being children and partying; Friendships were cemented and bad choices were made, but the coven's members lived by them knowing that if they died the next day, they also truly lived. Meanwhile, Jack hopped from the Temple's library to coven hideouts with clockwork predictability, on an eternal quest to further the coven's interests.

He had given up valuable connections in favor of making it easier on others to live another day. It may have left little room for some bridges to be built, but more of them made it out alive than not. So now, it was time to make amends for that.

Sloane wasn't much for casual conversation, clearly. So when Anya decided to spill the details of her """date,""" Jack leaned in and listened intently with a sip of his rum.

Hearing the details was like hearing nails drag across a chalkboard. The PRA had a literal [i]neo-Nazi[/i] calling the shots before now. Jack already firmly decided that the PRA was beneath him, like sheep to a lion, but to hear [i]that[/i] promoted them from sheep to ants. Anya's pseudo-paramour survived their purge, which meant he was still around for a reason. There was more to him than he let on, and those were the dangerous types. Jack would know, he had a knack for deception himself, after all.

At the mention of [i]fisting the fucking demigod of sin and darkness,[/i] Jack lowered his head. He could feel himself age at a rate completely offsetting the time he spent displaced in the Void, and his sympathy for Anya multiplied into infinity. [color=6644ff]"If I had known it would be that [i]agonizing[/i] to occupy the same space as him, I would have sacrificed myself to spare you..."[/color] He took a sizeable drink from his glass.

[color=6644ff]"God in Heaven... [i]Men."[/i][/color] Jack was glad he had offered to be on speed dial for Anya before that. [color=6644ff]"The next time we have the misfortune of interacting with... [i]Him,[/i] let me do it,"[/color] He finally said. [color=6644ff]"I have a feeling he only [i]pretends[/i] to be so disgustingly stupid, and I'm well-versed in the art of lying to someone's face."[/color] Back in the old days, any time someone brought out a deck of cards, Jack was a menace. 

[color=6644ff]"But, your sacrifice will not be forgotten,"[/color] he joked.

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All according to plan.

That was what, seven? Eight drinks he volunteered to pay for? Honestly, he fully expected the [i]rest[/i] of the PRA to show up. Not only half of them. But he wasn't going to be drank into poverty by this. After all, he wouldn't have offered if he wasn't sincere. A couple of them weren't exactly up for getting drinks, but they didn't need to be, it was totally fine. Out of all of them, Lila seemed to be the only one with an actual objection. She had every right to protest, but he would've talked about it if Britney didn't show up and ask about everything happening. He could tell Lila wasn't happy about that, so he stepped closer to her side, both to stop another outbreak of tempers and to give the Maiden less of a chance to capitalize on her discomfort. 

[color=00ff98]"Nothing happened, Britney. Everything's alright,"[/color] he assured her. Technically a lie, but nothing happened that couldn't be prevented by his magic and a bit of quick thinking. [color=00ff98]"Text us if you need anything, we'll be around."[/color] That was the polite was for him to say, "They won't be happy about you sticking around, so don't." Stormy wanted to keep things polite and mature, while making sure everyone was respected.

He waited until everyone was paying attention to something else to say something to Lila, quietly. [i][color=00ff98]"You have a right to be unhappy with this. I just want them to admit they were wrong to attack us, before anything else. I'll come to a conclusion about if they can be forgiven or not [i]after[/i] that. If you don't want to come with us, I can put an aura in something for you to hold onto."[/color][/i] Surely, the others would like to hear the cops take accountability for their own actions, but someone had to extend the olive branch first. It was unlikely the PRA would, so he wanted to be the better man.

And then, he focused back on the two groups that had come together. [color=00ff98]"Alright. Let’s find a table or two away from any Blinds. Then we can talk."[/color]

This must be how ambassadors felt, negotiating peace treaties between warring nations. At least if anyone started throwing stones, he could step in again. But for now, Stormy had a feeling that wouldn't be [i]too[/i] necessary.

Stormy took off. Presumably, the others followed. He led everyone to an outdoor bar with a nice view of the rocky ocean off to the side. He grabbed an open table big enough for everyone to sit at, and started ordering a couple drinks. It was quiet, since most people were on the other end of the island drinking and doing festive things there, rather than here. 

He let the others get their orders taken care of, and once everyone had a glass who wanted one, he started the conversation.

[color=00ff98]”Now, let’s talk about what happened at the church,”[/color] he said, calmly. [color=00ff98]”I wasn’t there, so why don’t you tell me what happened?”[/color]

He already knew what happened, having heard it from the coven members. But he wanted to hear it from the PRA, and how they would try to justify it. [i]If[/i] they would try to justify it.