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[/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][sup][h2][color=black]JACK WILKERSON[/color][/h2][/sup]
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[sup][h2][color=black]SARA ZHOU[/color][/h2][/sup]
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[sup][color=black][b]█  [sup]   [/sup]act one: way down we go[/b][/color][/sup][indent][sup][color=a9a9a9]p. johnson's[/color]
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[indent][color=dcdcdc][sub]Shit, a free keg? They could get the fuck out of there. Jack took a triumphant swig of her drink, placing it on the table and clasping her hands.

[color=black][b]"What, heavy lifting at, like, 5pm?"[/b][/color] She pretended to think it over, swallowing thickly as her mind thought of the alternative. [color=black][b]"Yeah, sure. I actually love dragging beer kegs around, so. Do it [i]all[/i] the time,"[/b][/color] she said in a faux bragging tone. It wasn't a lie; she was the go-to keg changer at the Bistro, but if she never had to touch a keg in her life it would be too soon. [color=black][b]"You're not gonna poison us, right?"[/b][/color] She smirked.

Sara raised an eyebrow at Jack's showboating but chuckled heartily. [color=black][b]"That's up to you and your liver. But nah, we should be good. I had Cal babysit me on this batch since it was a special occasion and all."[/b][/color]

She leaned over to double check his expression across the bar. [color=black][b]"Speaking of, is he alright there?"[/b][/color]

[color=black][b]"Oh, my liver is solid-- huh?"[/b][/color] Jack afforded a speedy glance at the bar, where Cal quickly began working on an order she assumed came from Freya, white as a sheet. Maya was a few paces down, too involved with some especially friendly patrons to magically detect Jack's gaze and blow her cover. [color=black][b]"Uh, I dunno. Maybe Freya's giving him a hard time, huh?" She huffed air through her nostrils in a facsimile of a laugh.[/b][/color]

Another chuckle, coarse this time. More like a choking noise.

[color=black][b]"...Nah, that doesn't sound like her."[/b][/color] Sara got out of the booth. [color=black][b]"We should probably get in and out before it gets too busy. Uhh, Lucas, you can wait for the others at the bar if you want. We won't be taking that long."[/b][/color]

She adjusted her coat and started walking, determined to maintain her gaze on the kitchen door and nowhere else in the bar. Jack followed after her, awkwardly nodding to Lucas as they left the booth. She tried to keep to the left of Sara, away from view, gaze pointed firmly at the ground.

[color=black][b]"I, uh, picked a spot out... you remember that weird little field across from the performing arts building, behind the trees? They cut all the trees down, so there's a good view of the site now. D'you reckon you can get your car near there? I don't feel like throwing my back out twice today."[/b][/color]

Sara nodded and held the kitchen door open for Jack. [color=black][b]"Never knew how that area never got developed but hey, that sounds good. Should work."[/b][/color]

A wry smirk as she headed to the store room. [color=black][b]" 'f course, if it doesn't, you'll be paying for the towing."[/b][/color]

[color=black][b]"Only if you pay my medical bills. We'll call it even."[/b][/color] Jack grinned, before pausing. [color=black][b]"Well, minus whatever it costs to make beer. Which, you totally didn't need to, but uh, thanks."[/b][/color] She tried putting it out as casually as possible, hands raised to accentuate her point, though a little sincerity tugged at the corners of her mouth. It had been a while since she and Sara even exchanged a passing glance down Main Street and yet here she was, brewing beer for some reunion Jack threw out on a whim. She couldn't tell if the pit in her stomach was the booze settling.

Sara caught the sudden awkwardness in the other girl and simply shrugged. She never really knew how to deal with all that 'favor owing' stuff. It just seemed like something that could be done, so why not do it herself?

[color=black][b]"Special day,"[/b][/color] was her brusque reply. She couldn't help but glance back to the doors, the direction of where the group was sitting. [color=black][b]"You happy with the turnout?"[/b][/color]

[color=black][b]"You kidding?"[/b][/color] Jack snorted. [color=black][b]"I'd be happy with the turnout if it was just me half-drunk on a field. Some of them in there must be making enough money to buy the whole town, and they're gonna be sat on the same field half-drunk with the rest of us losers."[/b][/color]

[color=black][b]"I'm getting the sense that I'll be the designated driver tonight."[/b][/color]

[color=black][b]"That's what my last three driving instructors said."[/b][/color] She smirked like she was proud of it, and she was. [color=black][b]"Let's get this thing outta here before everyone's leaving P.J's [i]fully[/i] drunk."[/b][/color]
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