[pub spam/ota]

[can_has_vodka]

 [Arkady can't sleep, so she's in the Pub late, mixing drinks and then teleporting them over to the tables. She's still having trouble walking more than a few steps, and leans on whatever is nearby when she stands. For once her exhaustion and stress is as plain on her face as the bruises against her pale skin.]

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[can_has_vodka]

I'll get you a grasshopper. They're quite tasty.

[She pops behind the bar and starts mixing, glancing up at Lua now and again. Something is off besides the usual stress and she can't quite put her finger on it.]

I'll be alright. Castiel fixed my knee. But what about you?

[surrenders]

Got out of it better than most of you. [A couple drugs while she was there, but no infirmary stay, nothing done to her body... she feels lucky, considering most of her friends.] Still think you should leave it to her, though, even if he fixed that.

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, I will in an hour or so. It's just better serving drinks than pacing my rooms, if you know what I mean.

[surrenders]

Don't want you to make it worse. Even if you can appear anywhere instead.

[can_has_vodka]

True. I just...when I'm here working it makes me happy. I can look after people here and it's not intrusive because it's my job.

[surrenders]

You want to help out. [She smiles, picking something up that's familiar, even if she can't tell what part of it is.] I get you. It's better than thinking about you, isn't it?

[can_has_vodka]

Well...what's going on with me isn't anything I can do much about. It's all memories now, except for the bruises, and there's no point dwelling.

Things like this, I wish I could do more than just the pub and listening to people. Back home we did a lot of work to help people heal mentally after bad situations.