Chicago, Friday Night

[romanywitch]

Jenny was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking from a styrofoam cup, swilling what was possibly the strongest coffee she'd had since...well, the last time she'd visited her family. Strong coffee would be fine, but this stuff had been left on a burner for at least half a day.

Unfortunately? At least five of her aunts and uncles were screaming at each other in a mixture of at least three different languages. Jenny had been sitting here, twisting her styrofoam cup, trying not to sigh loudly enough to draw attention to herself. Su's plane had landed probably a couple, three hours ago, and she was supposed to be taking the train to Jenny's family's apartment.

Gods, she hoped Su got here soon. Then she'd have an excuse to bug outta here and get some real food.

OOC: Due to distance, NFB, thanks.

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[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"That would be brilliant," Susan said firmly. "I'm so sorry to inconvenience you by taking Jenny with me," she told the room. "Truly. Your understanding is greatly appreciated."

[romanywitch]

"See you later, guys," said Jenny. "You've all got my cell?"

Dead silence.

"Oh, and by the way? Angel says thanks for the curse, but next time, could you just send him a fruit basket?"

She ducked out of the apartment on the tail of a spate of Romanian curses, chuckling the entire time. "Shall we?" she asked Su.

OOC: ...and I'm outta here. Wanna reply and then FTB?

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"Let's. Lord, and I thought Alberta and Harold were a trial," Susan muttered as they escaped. "You'll need to explain about Angel and the fruit basket to me later, but for now? Please feed me. We can plan our weekend after that, I think. With time to avoid your family as much as we can."



[ooc: *salutes and FTB's!]