An Irish Pub in Baltimore, Tuesday Night

[fjordicswagger]

Okay, so sue Tamsin, sometimes she liked to be reminded of home. Specifically, to be reminded of the Dal, with that wonderful vibe of a-bar-fight-could-break-out-at-any-minute coupled with our-drinks-can-probably-kill-you-if-you're-not-careful.

This place fit the bill. More or less.

She'd gotten sucked in here for dinner, wound up in an arm-wrestling match with someone shortly thereafter, and somewhere in between, she'd texted Jessica to meet her here.

At least beating that big burly dude at arm-wrestling had done wonders for her mood.

[[ for jessica! ]]

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[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"Some are better at hiding it than others. You'd be surprised how many talk openly about it and just figure nobody can overhear them," Jessica said as she scanned the crowd..

[fjordicswagger]

"That kind of ruins the whole Secret Identity vibe, doesn't it?" said Tamsin, tilting her head. "... Which you don't have, do you? Huh."

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"I used to. But when your world blows up, there's not much need to keep all of your secrets anymore," Jessica said. "Although even before then, my job was with the government and all of my friends were either superheroes or people from Fandom who might have seen me fight during graduation. So I'm not the best candidate for a fully secret identity anyway."

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin nodded. She looked towards the crowd. "So, any hits?"

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"That's between me and them," Jessica said. "But I'll just say that if something crazy attacks, this bar will still be standing by the end of it."