[hr][center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha[/color] & [color=82ca9d]Claire[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Mighty Bean
[b]Interacting With:[/b]With Each other - All those in the Mighty Bean just by "overhearing" if not directly. [@Universorum] [@Aewin] [@SgtEasy] [@ChaoticFox] [@Legion02]
[b]Date:[/b] April 25th[/center][hr]

	Tasha ignored Claire's questions and looked down at her phone as messages came in, just shaking her head slightly before pocketing it once again. Seems people had their carpools worked out for the most part. She knew she should have figured they would for the most part since she had been AWOL for the last nearly two weeks. She was surprised she had actually made it back in time, though in all honesty the more surprising thing was that she had even come back. A lot had happened while she was gone and none of it were things she wanted to talk about. 

	Tas was good at not letting people in but being there for those in the group as best she could. Nat might have been looked at as the motherly one in the group but when it came down to it Tasha was the one people leaned on when things went wrong. People got attacked Tas stepped in, people got hurt Tas was there, people needed an ear Tas was there, people needed advice Tas was there. She was always there, for everyone but herself and she really didn't let anyone be there for her. She was a Doctor, it was her job to take care of her [i]patients[/i], not the patients job to take care of her. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Tas, what's going on?"[/color] Claire reached over and took the coffee cup from Tas and snapped her fingers in front of Docs eyes. Tas shot her an [i]eat shit and die look[/i] before she snatched her coffee back. Never touch Tas's coffee. Heroine addicts were kinder when you took their stash than Tas was when someone messed with her coffee. 

	[color=a187be]"Nothing to worry about."[/color] Tas's voice was flat before she took another drink of the room temperature black liquid. Everyone had their quirks, hers was coffee at room temp. She hated it with sugar, with milk or cream, hot or cold. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Nothing to worry about?"[/color] Claire scoffed as she leaned back in a seat and crossed her arms over her chest, cocking her head to the side slightly. [color=82ca9d]"You vanish without word for weeks. Scare the crap out myself and the group not knowing what is going on. Then when you finally show back up you look like you have been on a bender for the last month and expect me to just accept [i]nothing to worry about?[/i] Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror lately?"[/color]

	[color=a187be]"Listen, I don't owe you or anyone else an explanation."[/color] Tas voice was gruff as she leaned closer and hissed her words to Claire under her breath. [color=a187be]"So fucking drop it or I'll drop you so hard it'll knock the Irish right out of your ass."[/color]

	[color=82ca9d]"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? I'm not some damned stranger bitch,"[/color] Claire countered as her eyes widened at Tas's threat. She was trying to keep her voice down but the more the two went back and forth the more their whispers turned into those type of whispers drunks give. Ones they think are quiet but are anything but. [color=82ca9d]"Now, what the fuck is going on?"[/color]

	[color=a187be]"None of your fucking business,"[/color] Tas spat from behind slightly cracked lips and eyes surrounded by dark circles. Tas had a hard enough time talking about things when things were good and right then it was clear they were anything but. She didn't want to discuss what had happened over the last couple of weeks, much less right there in front of everyone. Standing up she shouldered her bag and went to take a hold of her luggage to take an exit from the coffee shop and just go wait in her car until the group headed out. She looked around as more of the group started to come in and grumbled to herself, trying to plaster on a smile but it came off more like Wednesday Addams trying to smile; it was down right creepy, especially with the weary eyes and crackled lips and weight loss. Claire was beginning to wonder if she actually was recovering from some drug induced bender. 

	[color=82ca9d]"The hell it ain't,"[/color] Claire snapped as she grabbed Tas's luggage and pulled it out of Docs reach. [color=82ca9d]"Now tell me what is going on with you or else!"[/color]

	[color=a187be]"Or else what?"[/color] Tas's eyes narrowed at the comment. 

	[color=82ca9d]"You know perfectly well what I am talking about, now spill it!"[/color]

	[color=a187be]"Oh, so you'll black mail me just to get what you want? Some fucking friend."[/color]

	[color=82ca9d]"That's not what I meant Tas, I'm just worried."[/color]

	The girls voices were anything but quiet at this point, both in each others faces as Tas snatched her luggage back from Claire. They looked like they were both about to beat the crap out of each other. Claire was knowing for throwing a punch when the situation called for it, even when it didn't. Tas on the other hand, while brash was not known for fighting physically outside of a practice ring. Really wasn't her thing but right then it looked like she was really reconsidering the verbal path.

	[color=a187be]"Fine, you want to know? Can't give me sometime to deal with shit and just let it go until I am ready to talk? Fucking fine, I'll tell you. Everett died."[/color] Tas's voice was cold as ice as she spoke and her hands were trembling. 

	[color=82ca9d]"You're dad? Oh god Tas...I'm so sorry... I didn't.."[/color] Claire began but she had no chance to finish as the balled up fist of Dr. Brinne connected with jaw out of no where. Claire stumbled back and landed on her ass, only to have Tas grabbing her shirt as she stood over her and getting right into her face.

	[color=a187be]"No, you didn't. It wasn't your business. But no you had to push, you had to do what you always fucking do Claire. You didn't need to know for me. You needed to know for you. You were worried, okay I get that. But I am here now, alive, breathing. That was all you really needed to know. That I was still alive, that I was still fighting. Well now you know, I am and if you ever push me like that again I won't stop after one punch. You'll be drinking your supper through a straw for the next six months thanks to your jaw being wired shut!"[/color] Tas spat nearly in tears but holding them back. Shoving Claire back as she let go she snatched up her things and stormed out of the coffee shop, leaving Claire there on the floor stunned with a trickle of blood clinging to the side of her mouth.

	Claire sighed as she lowered her head and wiped the blood away with the back of her hand. [color=82ca9d]"Way to go Claire..."[/color] she muttered; scolding herself. That explained the disappearance but only to Chicago, why did Tas have tags from Boston on her luggage? Tas made her way to her car and tossed her things in the back before sitting in the driver seat and putting her shades on. She just sat there staring off into the distance, maybe she shouldn't have come back.