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[color=fa912b][h1]& Bianca Manalo[/h1][/color]  [img]https://i.imgur.com/M9y8V0W.png[/img][/center]
[right]Interactions: Sloane [@Atrophy], Trevor [@Punished GN], Jack [@Blizz]
[code]The Bar that Ruins Hopes and Dreams, The Halloween Festival[/code][/right][hr]

[quote=Trevor]"Maybe your friend has had enough to drink!" [/quote]
[color=9966CC]”I agree. That’s enough for you, Sloane,”[/color] Anya smiled, taking the pineapple margarita and finishing it so Sloane couldn’t drink anymore. 

Thankfully, being stuck in Trevor’s awful company had its benefits. Namely his loose lips. Anya nodded along as he talked, taking it all in and easily remembering the important information shared. Sadly, she had spent more than five minutes with Emily. She’d also sadly spent more than five minutes with Trevor… Ah, she would probably pick him over her. Just about. 

Before she had a chance to press for more, Jack appeared in exactly the way he shouldn’t have. She’d asked him to come and get them, yes, but not to appear like some kind of creature from the shadows. Inane as he was, Trevor was still a federal agent. 

A hand flew up to Anya’s lips to stifle laughter at Trevor’s scream and fall, which quickly turned into slack jawed horror. What. The. Fuck.

Anya nearly swore out loud for the first time in near ten years. Trevor had just cast a spell so horrendous that she wanted to wipe her memories of the last ten minutes. Perhaps the whole day. She thought that she’d already witnessed the worse of him. How sorry she was to be proven wrong on that count. She hoped that Father Wolf would appear right then to end her misery.

She had no words. Only her clearly horrified expression - lips pursed and twisted downwards, and eyes closed for a moment as if to will away the people around her.

Bianca was on her way back with three drinks and a card with the bartender’s number between her fingers when Jack appeared out of nowhere, and was promptly testicular torsioned and fireblasted at the same time. She nearly dropped the drinks, narrowly saving them by leaning forward and putting them down on the PRA table. 

[color=fa912b]”What the fuck, hahaha, you fucking idiot- Why would you teleport in on a bunch of agents?!”[/color] Bianca laughed uncontrollably, bending over and supporting herself with a hand on the table. Fuck, this was too good. Far too fucking good.

Anya had finally managed to school her expression, neutral smile reforming on her lips. Internally, her mind was barely working. She had made it completely blank to save herself. She stood up, reaching out to try gently pull up Sloane with her and support her before she fell.  

[color=9966CC]”That’s Jack, our ride home. It was a… pleasure seeing you again,”[/color] Anya lied, smiling at Trevor. Unfortunately, he was still a useful connection to have, as disturbing as he was. She then look at Jack, who… hopefully could teleport them away. [color=9966CC]”Let’s go.”[/color]