13985/How U Doin

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How U Doin
Date of Scene: 27 January 2023
Location: Sherwood Florist, Second Floor Apartment
Synopsis: Random Text conversation on a quiet night.
Cast of Characters: Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli




Dinah Lance has posed:
Okay, so.

Dinah was having a night. A night where she was laying back on her sofa, in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, her nightly activity resulting in... well... there was an empty bottle of whiskey on a coffee table, her cell phone in her hand, and her foot hiked up on the coffee table in front of her. Her eyes were on the cell phone, even as the only light in the room was by the flickering TV screen, showing some old horror film.

She was texting... Helena.

Drunk texting, uh oh!

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli was out on patrol for most of the evening. Now? She's just stepping out of the bathroom, gently toweling her damp hair, also of the loose tee and pajama pants camp. Padding barefoot toward the kitchen to get herself a glass of wine. It had been a long cold patrol and now? Time to curl up, get warm and have a drink.

Her phone chirps its notification of a text. With a curious frown, she reaches for the phone while starting the pour into her glass with the other.

Multitasking!

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah wasn't a barbarian. She was drinking out of a glass.

But the woman could hold her liquor, so 'drunk' was a bit like a suggestion, mostly.

'Hey'.

That was the first text, very verbose.

'Kinda cold outside, did you go out kicking ass or something tonight?' she texts. Kinda awkward, kinda lame.

But that was Dinah's night at the moment, her eyes going towards that flickering TV.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli slows the pour with her right hand even as she half grins at the texts on the phone held in her left.

She does, however, set the wine bottle down, corking it, before using both hands to respond.

>Yeah. Pretty uneventful. Only the lowest class of criminals out.

>Graffiti taggers on public property. Litterers. The things GCPD can handle. Clearly I need to find myself a better class of losers to hunt down.

>What about you?

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah lifts up the whiskey glass, squinting through it as she feels the phone beep with that series of texts.

She was staring through the amber liquid, before she brings it to her lips and takes a sip of the same. She never was a wine gal; probably woulda turned out a little better if she was.

But she takes a sip of the same.

>Yeah. Kinda boring, actually.

>Had a car thief! That's kinda exciting.

>He had a gun, though. You probably woulda shot him first. As it is, well... whoever owns that Honda is gonna need new windows.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli sips at her wine, pading over to drop onto the sofa. She taps the remote and the gas fire flares to light and heat. "Music" she murmurs to her home assistant and quiet Rat Pack music comes on. Because. Italian. Duh.

She taptaptaps back.

>Lol. I wonder if insurance companies have a "Canary Clause" for blown out windows or shattered ear drums? XD

>I probably would have shot him. You're right. But maybe not? I'm a kinder gentler Huntress now. Remember? You girls have been a good influence on me!