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[indent][color=d3d3d3][sub]Wow, CJ, real funny. Jack can bet money staying away from blondie here helped to ‘keep her alive’. Even with what it cost her. Her golden ticket to getting out of Delton, washed away down the drain amongst streaked mascara and boxes of hair bleach.

How does Ivory [i]think[/i] she’s holding up? Jack’s still as stonefaced as she ever was in Ritman, but she can feel the evident lines of a scowl tugging her eyebrows. She can’t turn her back on the conversation now Ivy’s stood right by her, so she tries her best to divert any murderous looks past her shoulder and hope they aren’t misinterpreted. She’s still trying to compute what’s happening on what is probably the worst night of her life, so she just sits back and lets CJ get her licks in.

[color=black][i]‘Jack’s holding off on an anxiety attack.’[/i][/color]

That pulls her back together somewhat. [i]Anxiety[/i] isn’t a word anyone has ever associated with Jack, and they’re not about to start now. (CJ’s dropped the ‘Jackie’ and she doesn’t know whether to be relieved or pissed.) She grabs her own drink while CJ gulps down the last of her whiskey, catching Casey’s attention before he can even think about pretending to be busy with something else. The staff member refilling CJ’s glass side-eyes her and she shrugs before finishing her drink.

[color=black][b]“Is it ‘holding up’ if you’re not really, like, holding onto anything?”[/b][/color] Jack wonders aloud, facing neither of them while she keenly watches Casey mix her a fresh drink. He takes his sweet time walking down the bar, and when he places the card machine in front of her Jack waves him off. [color=black][b]“Nah, you’re not extorting me anymore. Crazy lady somewhere over there—”[/b][/color] she jabs a thumb in the direction of the Ritman table, [color=black][b]“—opened a tab. Drinks on her.”[/b][/color] Wordlessly, Casey glances between Jack and her company before he slides the drink over.

[color=black][b]“Go easy,”[/b][/color] he warns. Jack raises the glass and nods, turning back to Ivy. She quickly becomes acquainted with how the far left wall of P.J’s looks. Anything to stop her glancing at the shadow on her right.

[color=black][b]“So, you ordering anything? Rush hour starts pretty—”[/b][/color]

Sweet fucking jesus, was Hanna Whittle born with a megaphone in her throat? Jack all but hides her face in her drink, not willing to be associated with the e-girl bastardizing Mortal Kombat quotes in her general direction. The incident seems to dissipate as quickly as it began, and the hushed voices around the group steadily rise back to a normal volume.

[color=black][b]“Well, you heard the lady.”[/b][/color] Jack pushes away from the bar and gulps down some of her drink, wincing slightly. Fucking whiskey. She’s gonna kill Casey for this one. [color=black][b]“See you over there.”[/b][/color] It should be directed to the both of them, but Ivy’s the only one Jack even glances at before she navigates through the crowd waiting at the bar and plants herself in the first empty seat she can find at the table.

Lucas is sat with his order from earlier—breadsticks, apparently—and Hanna’s surprisingly quiet for now, so Jack assumes she just missed a torrent of word vomit. The surprisingly bitching red leather jacket she noticed earlier now has a face attached, and it’s admittedly a surprise to find out that face is no other than Anni Simcox. Besides her, the table’s empty, and it seems like about the turnout Jack expected, so she doesn’t prepare for any more surprises tonight.

[color=black][b]“Thanks for the drink, Hanna,”[/b][/color] she raises her glass in a mock toast.[/sub][/color][/indent]
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