A warehouse called George - Friday Evening

[badassprodigy]

After the welcome picnic, Barry had helped Roxie and Jeremy gather their things and haul them back to the warehouse.

Which had been redecorated in his absence.

"What. The. Ever. Loving. Fuck?"

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[spin_kick_snap]

There was a smile and victory fingers! That obviously meant that everything was now fine! ...Not that Kathy was turning down another sasquatch hug.

(Yeah, Barry, Dante loathed Kathy's v-signs with a passion, for a reason)

"Pizza sounds good," Kathy said, voice a little muffled because air, Roxie, air. "'M mostly vegetarian now..."

For, uh. You know. Zombie-related reasons.

[badassprodigy]

“Remember to let her breathe, Roxie,” Barry said as he pulled out his phone.

Jeremy made a face. “You three and your vegetables. That’s just wrong on a pizza.”

Roxie finally let go. “You ever need to talk, you give me a call. Okay?”

[spin_kick_snap]

"God, you sound like Dante," Kathy said to Jeremy. "You're both gonna end up with scurvy, watch."

And Dante wasn't even here to smirk at her and remind her that NePhIlIm ArE iMmUnE tO hUmAn DiSeAsEs, KaThY.

And then she looked up to Roxie with a grateful smile. "Yeah? She asked. That'd be awesome. I don't have a lot of girl friends around anymore. We could ditch the guys and hang out sometime."

[badassprodigy]

Barry smirked. “I’ve given Jeremy enough super vitamins that he’ll live to 120.”

Jeremy blinked. “You did what now?”

“Don’t give me that fucking look. How do you think you can eat so many fucking Oreos and not look like Jabba the Hutt?”

Roxie rolled her eyes as the boys began to bicker like an old couple. “Any time you want to hang out? Just have Barry send a portal over to my world,” Roxie told her. “I need some girlfriends who know how fucked up the world really is.”

[spin_kick_snap]

"I live in a reality infested by demons," Kathy said wryly. "And, worse, this one has Donald Trump."