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]

Susan could hear the shouting through the door, and she looked at the apartment number with trepidation. Oh dear. Jenny really hadn't been joking. Hesitantly, she knocked on the door, then with increasing strength.