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[soaringeverhigher]

[After Game 6]

Always easy targets, these dives. Plenty of girls out for a good time (and the occasional guy — Shawn wasn't too picky). Even better when he didn't have to worry about keeping his head. Buy someone a couple drinks, get 'em in a quiet corner... let 'em swoon and sleep it off. Easy as pie.

He'd gotten the message from Palmer just as he'd been laying the charm down, but it would still take her some time to get to the place. Shawn scanned the room as he emerged from behind the curtain of the busted photo booth, licking the last bit of blood from his lips. No Palmer yet.

"Neat whiskey," he prompted the bartender as he claimed a stool, counting out enough bills to cover the cost. It'd cost him a bit of his more 'personal' resources to drink, and he wouldn't relish puking it up later... but it'd give him a reason to stick around. And, yeah. Sometimes, it was nice to taste something other than blood.

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[firewatcher]

This place might have been the worst drinking establishment Palmer had been to on anything other than official business—but not by much, so it wasn't like she could judge. Besides, the whole point of this exercise was family time, not drinking. Had to take the time to catch up where you could get it, these days.

Well, she might do a little drinking.

Craning her head over the crowd, she spotted Shawn at the bar, a mostly-full glass of whiskey in front of him. She elbowed her way through the crowd, and sidled up to take the seat next to him.

"Hey, Shawn. How're you holding up?" she asked, glancing sideways at him as she signaled the bartender for a glass of her own.