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[See an ill-focused shot of some tables. A restaurant, a bar maybe. Dark and deserted-- clearly closed for business. If you're a patron, maybe you even recognize the Raven.

The silence is shattered suddenly-- the sound of breaking glass.

A glittering blur of shattered glass and spraying liquid flies past the camera. Another shower of glass and liquor follows; and another; and another. Audible between and above the crashing bottles is a man's hoarse voice, roaring obscenities, half the time incoherently yelling at nothing apparent.

After a minute, the commotion stops and the feed goes deadly silent, nothing but the slow spread of puddles of ruined alcohol showing that it's not a still image.]

[ooc; please assume this was posted during the day. frankie's bar will be closed... probably until further notice. he just found out his bro left ;_; and well... in a destructive mood, yup]

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[There's nothing, then there's the smell of blood, thick and iron-y, and the air opens up just in time for Eden to catch a bottle of Jack with her stomach]

Shite!

Fuck!

[He's on his feet with another bottle in hand as she pops into existence. It's reflexive, it takes him longer to see she's not a threat than to react. When he recognizes her the bottle in his hand drops, crashing to the floor to spatter his pants with vodka and add to the general mess around him.]

Shit, shit. I didn't-- you okay?

[She manages to cough out a breath - she's winded, but she doesn't drop the bottle. After another second she manages to breathe]

Yeah, yeah, fine, fine. What the fuck happened?

[Frankie sways a little, losing some of that nervous energy, transferring his weight to his back foot. Drained, he leans on the edge of the bar. Most of his stock-- not the blood, but nearly all the booze-- is wrecked, and only a handful of intact glasses remain on the shelves.]

Ed.

[She doesn't move forward, as if she's unsure of what to do, if he wants to be touched]

Gone?

[He just nods, not trusting his voice, not wanting to risk the knot in his throat muting any answer he might make. Frankie doesn't meet her eyes-- he's no more sure than she is of what he wants, except that he wants Ed not to be gone.]

Frankie.

[He tenses a little, mouth twitching in a frown he's trying like hell to keep under wraps.]

This fuckin' place.

S'okay if I touch yeh?

[He just swallows hard and nods, not looking up.]

[Her hands go to his head and she pulls him close]

Fuck. Fuck, [he hisses, hardly has the breath for anything more. After a moment, leaning on her, he continues.] Guess I knew he'd hafta-- not so soon, though, didn't have to be so fucking soon, did it?

[She holds on and nods into the top of his head]

Cara.

...my, what a good tab the gentleman keeps.

Fuck you.

Rather not, thank you. Is there a point to the deluge, beyond entertainment?

Pissed off.

At the world in its sum, or its part?

And spare the port.

Don't see how its your business. Not the wine either, isn't your bar.

[There's something quietly fierce in that assertion-- a man's got the right to destroy what he owns, doesn't he?]

Now, now, a lovely creature is making your conversation, surely you can spare a few words and some wine. Good wine. Maybe a red? What is your best?

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[ video ] god so sorry for the late ;;

[ video ] pffft don't even worry about it!

[ video ] life > me sobbb

[ video ] I hope you're okay T_T

[ video ] o yes, just forever busy and exhausted when not busy!

[ video ] orz fight-o!