[video] - 001

[bitch_is_back]

[The video feed turns on and the picture if filled with the face of a woman with alabaster white skin and dark brows and eyes. One eye quirks upward and her lips tug into an annoyed frown.]

Crowley, what is this, some kind of joke? Threaten me, capture me, and then throw me in the middle of some futuristic looking game with a netbook and a weapon? If Schwarzenegger shows up, I swear I'm going to take this knife and gut him.

And this little home make-over you did of hell while I was gone is not at all what I expected. I thought you had class.

[Meg waits for that smarmy demon’s response but hears none, which just puzzles her more. Now she’s getting a bit nervous. Was this his intention? Throw her off her game?]

Fine. You know what? Screw you. I know you won't be able to resist showing your face sooner or later. You're too much of an egotistical bastard not to.

Comments

[fe_male]

ten minutes

[ to action! : He doesn't remember what the actual name of the place was, just that it had music that wasn't so loud you couldn't hear the conversation - as long as you were on the right side; if you wandered into the left it was like wandering into a hearing aid convention at the end of the day when all the batteries are dying. So loud, all the shouting, and then the song ends and all you hear is '--on't give a flying fuck, okay, fucking a goat is horseshit. You ... don't do.. that. Somebody play a new song, jesus!'

And it's moderately dark, which works for him because he doesn't care. Right now, he's sitting down, already ordered a drink, waiting on her to arrive. ]

/action!

[bitch_is_back]

[Ten minutes is easy enough for Meg to get anywhere, and no one would dare stop her at the door. She strolls inside, and despite how damn dark it is, she spots Tony easily and strolls in his direction.]

Hey, sugar, hope you've got a drink for me.

[She slides into the booth seat next to him and smiles.]

\o/

[fe_male]

[ Wasn't quite expecting her to slide in on his side - most people do for the opposite, but he's not complaining - what the hell, if she wants to sit next to him, he's not going to complain. ]

They're coming. I already ordered, Figured you wouldn't mind.

[bitch_is_back]

[Meg has no qualms about personal space. Besides, she wanted to see how he'd react if she did slide in next to him.]

Not at all. So, Tony, how long've you been here?

[And by 'here' she means this world not the bar.]

[fe_male]

[ Well, you can consider him to have reacted fairly positively. ]

Few months. Give or take. I haven't really been keeping track. And you; you just got here, right?

[bitch_is_back]

[A couple of beers are set on the table and Meg helps herself to one.]

Yeah, I'm all shiny and new.

Not really sure what to make of the place.

[fe_male]

[ Well in that case he'll go for the other. That was easy.

Taking a sip of it. ] It's like. Well, pretty crap, for most people, and we didn't even all come from the same place, so that seems telling.

[bitch_is_back]

So what do you do?

Do they send you on missions?

[She remembers something said about that.]