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[indent]Not for the first time, Zimmy reached up to touch her wrist, where the simple bracelet of cords fit snugly. It was a bad habit, she knew that, but it wasn't like she could help herself. It was a part of her life now, simple as that. Just like the lovely idiots around her. Barghest squad.[/indent]
At first, she had hated the name. There were groups of her peers running around with names like Phoenix Squad, Wyvern Squad, but they'd been named after a wolf with resting bitch face. She'd gradually come around, thanks in no small part to a bit of light reading she'd done on the subject. Barghests weren't just wolves. They were [i]demon[/i]-wolves, with supernatural abilities including (but not limited to) shapeshifting, stealing souls, turning invisible, and making clinking chain noises while they walked. Not a bad gig, all things considered.

She shivered, and pulled her coat a little tighter, fighting back against a sudden, surprising gust. [i]Yes[/i], she had insisted on sitting in the truck bed, and [i]yes[/i], she liked the feeling of the wind, but that had been before she realized that the wind would make everything feel even colder. They'd even scored a 4-door truck, and she'd opted to sit outside in the bed. Not one of her smarter moments: early spring in this part of Rassvet wasn't particularly warm. "Should've called shotgun," she muttered, pulling a flask from the coat pocket. Gideon had brought his fancy-pantsy-[i]royalty[/i] drink, and she'd brought the moonshine. Cheap shit, good enough to get tipsy with.

Against her normal urges, she too passed it around to anyone who might want it. She'd brought plenty. Poor Zimmy Morander and her magical liver. One of her many marginally boring stories, of which there were many.

[i]Bump.[/i] Zimmy actually bounced on that pothole. The shaking sent her messy-ass hair tumbling free of its hairband. Setzer, that motherfucker, she thought as she forced her unruly mane back into place. Unfortunately, she couldn't stop the wry smile that formed on her face, even though she huffed in mock indignation. The closest thing to family she had now. Aside from her parents, naturally.

"Yo," she said, raising her voice to an uncharacteristically high level. "If we gotta share beds when we get there, I will bunk with literally anyone but Setzer!” She sat up, making sure everyone heard her. "The bidding starts at three shots of anything and a pair of Donovyn's coupons. Morander needs her high-class, all-you-can-eat sundaes."