electrocynic | The Fortress, Sarah's London, Sunday Afternoon

As soon as everyone had been re-coloured last night, Sarah had fled the island. Look, she'd been a teenager, then gotten in a more lasting than usual fight with Guy, and then been turned into some picture of monochrome perfection and convinced him he was going to be a dad. (How easy their couple of ~~handwavy~~ days together monochromized had been didn't even need to be discussed, okay.) She would've run away for less, so she'd been London-bound immediately after her head cleared. And since her own flat in London had a renter in it these days, she'd shown up on Don's doorstep in the middle of the night and crashed on his couch, wrapped up in what he promised was his cleanest blanket, even if that maybe wasn't saying much.

And then they'd headed out to the Fortress as soon as it had opened for the day. And this was home, this was, or as close to one as she'd had in the last... who knew how many years? You could trust the Fortress to stay the same. The bouncer had changed, sure, but the new one was as much of a stupid prick, and everything else was the same as ever. Norse Dave behind the bar, her friends in their usual booth, Devlin being as much a disgusting pig as he always was...

And speak of the devil, he caught up with her when it was her round at the bar. "Alright there, Electrogash? We don't see you 'round here much these days." He was, naturally, looking at her breasts. Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I can see how you must've missed talking to my tits instead of my face."

"Well I promise to look at your face," he informed her, though he did look up, "when I'm shooting my load off on it."

He was so fucking charming. Be still, Sarah's heart. "All class as always, Devlin," she drawled. "Can hardly see how I've stayed away for so long."

Devlin snorted at something no one else would probably find funny. "Well, rumour has it you've gone and picked up some kind of a boyfriend over on your translatlantic little jaunt." Oh God, Jenny couldn't keep her mouth shut about anything, could she? "Personally I think it's a disgraceful waste of perfectly good snatch. I mean, you'll let some Yank in your knickers but not me? What kind of madness is that?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, got her beers from Norsey, and walked away before Devlin had the chance to start miming all the obscene things he would like to do to her. She was not even in the mood to make fun of him, right now, let alone listen.

She plopped herself back down in her usual seat next to Don. Jenny was already giving her a sympathetic look from across the table. "Devlin?" she asked, which probably meant she'd been watching the bar while Sarah was there.

"Devlin," Sarah replied, and left it at that.

[ooc: NFB, but open, sure! Entertaining myself on the train back home. Warning for some NSFW dialogue because it's No Heroics, that's why.]