[RP] But you and me, we'll stick together, we're two birds of a featther...

[omnomnomface]

Trin hasn't really been out and about in a while. And by out and about, we of course mean partying. And drinking. She hasn't been drinking all that much recently.

You know what they say about things you haven't done recently. You should go out and DO them, as much as possible, as soon as possible. Or maybe they totally DIDN'T say that, and Trin just imagined them saying that to her.

She's in a bar somewhere in the city, and more than a little drunk. She's hijacked the jukebox so that she can listen to whatever the hell she wants to--right now it's Lucy in the Sky with Dimonds, which makes no sense because she doesn't even particularly like the Beatles. She keeps telling everyone around her that, how she doesn't LIKE the Beatles, and why the hell are they listening to this song again? She might run out of quarters soon, or at least that's what the rest of the patrons (and the bartender) are all hoping. The end doesn't appear to actually be in sight, unfortunately.

Now would be the appropriate time for someone to intervene and drive her home. Please and thank you from the rest of the bar.

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[angel-of-prey.livejournal.com]

Egon received a tip that there was a certain blond girl hanging out in this bar. One who is potentially drinking underage. And he hasn't seen Trinity recently.

There are a lot of people in here. A lot. More than he's usually comfortable with. But then he's only looking for one person, isn't he?

[omnomnomface.livejournal.com]

Trin's giving the jukebox light smacks at this point, trying to get it to end the song so she can pick a new one, when she spots Egon. A massive grin spreads across her face, a mix of predatory glee.

"EGON!" she yells, waving at him. "Oh my god I haven't seen you in like forever!" She makes a move towards him, stumbling as she pushes through people.