the wine, the beer, the whiskey are the only things that fix me

[pacificator]

Who: Wynonna Earp & you!
What: recuperating after March-April, reaping consequences, etc
When: backdated to late April-May
Where: the Saloon (the old Post Office)

Content Warnings: Alcoholism, a little light cannibalism, others to be listed as needed

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[pacificator]

No.

[ She refreshes Chloe's drink, then pours some of the brilliant red liquid for herself, grumbling at the memory that comes. ]

Here. And I mean right here

[ Wynonna waves her glass expansively, indicating the cozy interior of the little saloon. There's still a crack in the paint on the wall where she'd thrown the thing. ]

In this building. Fucking... startled the shit out of me.

[desperate_times_right]

I bet!

[Not exactly something you expect to see, even around here.]

Maybe they're like snakes, they come in for the heat. Did it attack you straight off?

[pacificator]

Pretty much as soon as it saw me.

[ She's not going to forget the way those cold, malicious eyes — and why does it have so many eyes — studied her in the moments before it leapt. One thing is perfectly clear: Konstantin's alien has got it out for her, and the feeling is entirely mutual. ]

But don't worry, I got rid of it. Only one I've seen, so maybe it's a one-off.

[desperate_times_right]

[Chloe whistles.] Shit.

[Who knows, maybe everyone who has disappeared encountered something like that.]

Glad you're okay, then.

[pacificator]

Could've been worse. At least I won.

[ Yes, she lost her dignity and a significant chunk of both her jeans and leg, but she won!!! Take that, alien parasite!! ]

Anything new with you?

[desperate_times_right]

[Chloe raises her glass to that. A win is always better than the alternative.]

Oh, you know. Got sick for a while, then some Freaky Friday shit happened to me.

[She might even know about it since March will not let it go.]

It's always something here, isn't it?

[pacificator]

You too, huh?

[ There's a degree of wry understanding in her voice. Incredibly, so much shit has happened since the morning she woke up as John Irving that she'd almost forgotten about it.

Almost. Or maybe it's just another thing she doesn't want to think about that she's merrily shoving down into a lockbox in her head. ]

No kidding. You think any of this shit happened before we all started getting here or did we just get lucky?

[desperate_times_right]

Did you get a chance to check out that watch tower over in Lakeside back before the cult decided to try and give you lead poisoning? The last guy up there left a diary, and it sounded like he had a few pretty weird days.