Wildfires

Chupacabras - Band Only 
#1
 Kai had been pretty distant. From everyone. She liked to attribute it to taking over Shift Happens and all the things that came with that - especially when she experienced a twinge of guilt over it all. After so many years on her own, it was practically instinct for her to be aggressively passive. Not my problem, sucks to suck, better you than me. And yet still, for some god forsaken reason she couldn't (or wouldn't) identify, she had showed up here after finding Jo's place empty with a sack of burgers and a bottle of liquor. Because these people were the closest thing she had to friends and they had been plastered all over the news with a fucking jaguar.

 So here she was, realizing too late she maybe should have texted one of them to make sure she wasn't bringing a sack of food to no one. Worst case scenario, she would eat them all and drink the whole bottle and pass out on a VIP couch. She liked the think Jo was probably here, though. The mechanic rolled through the door and could instantly feel the King's presence; as such, she peered around, standing perhaps comically on tiptoes as her eyes sought the woman out.

@Jo Wilsey
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#2
Jo didn't want to count the number of times she'd deflected "Hey, aren't you that girl who wrestled a leopard?" with "Naw, do I look dumb enough to wrestle a leopard?" She should've just left Chupas in Lia's capable hands, but she'd left for work this afternoon with a misplaced need to move and be productive. And after a frustrating day of paperwork and smiling vacantly at rude patrons (although blissfully few, given the weekday), she no longer had any desires other than to return home and curl up on the couch with a drink.

She didn't take failure well, which was a terrible joke when she was just a continuous series of mistakes and dumpster fires.

She felt Kai before she saw or smelled her, a faint metaphysical ripple that had her coyote turning in excited circles. Great. Just what she needed, someone else to lay into her. Jo heaved a sigh, rolled up her sleeves, and stepped out of the back room where she'd been bashing her brain against a sheet of numbers she wasn't even entirely sure she was reading correctly.

And there was Kai, peering around with a bottle in one hand and a bag of food in the other. Jo perked up, relief softening her stony expression and her insides scrambling in a way she wasn't sure she liked and blamed entirely on her diet of vodka and instant rice and absolutely nothing else. "Hey, man," she greeted, crossing the club to approach her bandmate. She tried for an impish smile, but the way her mouth sat felt a little frayed. "Whaaatcha got there?"
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#3
 Kai was thankful for the lack of a crowd; she was less likely to irritated by some dickweed and it was easier to spot Jo as she popped out of an office. The mechanic dropped back to the flats of her feet, chin tilting upwards in a mild greeting that completely belied that excited tail-wagging nonsense her beast was committing. Jo looked exhausted, and Kai found herself pitting the woman in spite of everything.

 "Brought you lunch," she offered, lifting the goods in her hands. Her stomach growled at the fresh waft of greasy meat. "You look like you could use a break."
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#4
That was... really nice? Nicer than she would have expected from Kai or anyone, really, and far nicer than her dumpster fire ass deserved.

"Don't tell Alex, but you're officially my favorite party-sized coyote." Which would have been funnier if she and Alex weren't undergoing some (probably irreparable, let's be real) turbulence and also if Kai wasn't her only sorta-friend left, but she wasn't about to point that out. "You wanna head up?" She indicated the stairs with a jerk of her chin, and if Kai agreed, she'd lead the way upstairs and flop onto a couch.
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#5
 The comment elicited a grin from Kai. "Look at me. Moving up in the world." She snorted. "C'mon."

 She trailed after Jo, dropping the bag of grub somewhat unceremoniously in the King's lap before rummaging around for a pair of glasses. Drinking necessities in hand, she moved to settle on the sofa beside the other woman, moving to take a burger from the brown bag before breaking out any liquor. "So... how's it going?" she prompted, taking a less than ladylike bite from her burger.
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#6
Jo graciously waited for Kai to join her before pulling a second burger out of the bag for herself. Grease and meat had never seemed so appetizing, and her coyote whined as its attention was split between food and their bandmate, like the mutt had never heard of multitasking.

She wrinkled her nose at the question and delayed her answer with a bite of burger. "It's sure been better," she admitted with a crooked smile, but the whole jaguar clusterfuck was the last thing she wanted to talk about. "Whattabout you? How's work?"
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#7
 Kai had sort of known that it had been better - but she wanted to know the details of "how things were going." How much trouble were they in? What should Kai be prepared for? She had half a mind to press that matter, to pry into the jaguar wrestling fiasco, but Jo didn't exactly seem eager to jump into story time. The mechanic huffed quietly, but allowed the question to come back to her for now, working in bites of her food between the conversation.

 "Fine. Busy. Paperwork sucks ass," she said with a shrug, adding lightheartedly, "Now I know how you feel here." Another bite of her burger, and she had eaten just enough to calm her stomach and beast alike so that she could crack open the bottle she'd brought and fill up their glasses.
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