[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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This was her stop. Vanessa looked at the pub with disinterest, her gaze wandering off to the three-storey building next to it. Nessa lived on the second floor of that small block. She could even see the window to her apartment, lights off and familiar curtains pulled slightly back. She'd be home soon, no doubt about it.
Beck had taken Nessa's offering with a smile Nessa couldn't quite read. Beck went out of her way to then open the door for Nessa. The ravenette cocked her eyebrow but didn't say anything, merely giving a restricted smile in response. She got out of the van gingerly, half afraid to put any weight on her other leg. At the same time she was stubborn to make it look like she was already healed so Beck wouldn't ask any further questions. Vanessa didn't want to seem wounded or incapable or even worse - weak.
[color=#9A42FA]"Thank you,"[/color] Nessa said with her smooth voice as she exited the vechile. [color=#9A42FA]"I'll... Be off, then,"[/color] she continued, all words seeming to fail her for reasons she couldn't even begin to understand. [color=#9A42FA]"Maybe next time I'll be the one to rescue you,"[/color] she added as an attempt at humor.
Nodding at the pub, which had some people inside (unfortunately), Vanessa began walking towards it with as much dignity as she could. Walking on heels when you'd been shot in the calf was rather painful, if you can imagine. Vanessa gritted her teeth and did her best to avoid stumbling as she entered the bar.