[table][row][color=#2e2c2c][sup][h3][b] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right] [/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][sup][h2][color=black][sub]HANNA WILLIAMSON[/sub][/color][/h2][/sup] [sub][sub][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TxFL6ck.gif[/img] [/center][/sub][/sub] [sup][color=black][b]█ [sup] [/sup]act one: way down we go[/b][/color][/sup][indent][sup][color=a9a9a9]p. johnson's [@nodogs][@sweven7][@Salsa Verde][/color][/sup][/indent][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/970459343667494932/unknown.png[/img][/center][sub][color=#2e2c2c]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sub][/cell][cell][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/967592442486460476/unknown.png[/img][/center] [indent][color=dcdcdc][sub]Hanna kept on smiling at it all. It was strangely satisfying to take part of this endeavor, already. She was taken back by the thought or reaction to her own state of mind. This was just the right refresher, the breather, the break she needed from that fucking cesspool of a city she came from. Being near to Jack felt oddly natural, as if they had met a hundred times before this moment. There was a kind of mutual understanding of whatever atmosphere they were in, or perhaps the attitude towards it. Hanna flung a quick glance at the bartender and ordered a drink: [color=black][b]"Vodka Orange, please."[/b][/color] She said and turned her attention right back at the close company. [color=black][b]"Yeah, fuck Meir, creeping up on people like that."[/b][/color] Hanna said and threw the guy a wink along with a playful smirk. She clearly followed up on Jack's jumpiness and tried to lighten the atmosphere with a little friendly banter. Her attention was all theirs for a few seconds before everyone that were invited seemingly welled in all at the same time. [color=black][b]"I hope so. Looking this good ain't easy, you know."[/b][/color] She responded, lightheartedly, to Meir while receiving her drink from the bartender. Hanna was distracted by Jack's musings and conversation with the bartender. She had a tendency to stare at people and observe their emotional state. Hanna's eyes sailed between Jack and the bartender in their conversation about a person who worked or works there. [color=black][i]Maya, huh...[/i][/color] Hanna thought to herself. Ever since some point back in school, a point that Hanna could not recall, there had been some looming suspicion that Jack's taste leaned heavily towards the home team. The thought sprung to Hanna's mind again, as it had back then. Although, she had an entirely different attitude towards it this time around. Ever since her fifteen minutes of fame while cheating on her boyfriend with a chick, it had become ever so apparent that Hanna did not mind intimacy with either team. A familiar ruckus interrupted the moment. Those well loved and perhaps hated colors could only be sported properly by one man, and one man only. Hanna had plenty of crazy experiences and memories with the old gang, for better and worse, but none of them quite measured up to the shit this guy did back in the days. [color=black][b]"OH MY GOD, yes!"[/b][/color] Hanna exclaimed with overwhelming excitement almost jumped into Connor's arms for a warm hug. The sensational dopamine burst easily distracted Hanna's simple brain from noticing many of the other familiar faces that slipped into the place during the fleeting moments. [color=black][b]"This guy had brain damage long before we graduated,"[/b][/color] Hanna chuckled at Jack's snappy response. [color=black][b]"Maybe a bit tight around the waist. Dad bod already, huh? Kinda hot, though."[/b][/color] Hanna smiled and returned to her seat next to Jack, taking a sip from her drink. It was difficult for Hanna to miss Freya's entrance, seeing as they spoke or met almost every week back in NYC through work. However, in that mundane although welcome sight of a familiar face, Hanna noticed some kind of reaction in Meir when the Norse Goddess entered. Despite not being a mind reader or witch of famous kind, Hanna was emotionally smart enough to see that something positive yet distressing happened in the poor boy. [color=black][b]"What's with you, Meir? You look nervous."[/b][/color] Hanna said and took another sip of her drink, eyes intently starting at Meir. [color=black][b]"My former so called friends aren't coming to this, so no need to worry."[/b][/color] [/sub][/color][/indent] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/967592442486460476/unknown.png[/img][/center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/cell][/row][/table]