Bethany Kean

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Jim snorted softly. “I wouldn’t be sad, no,” he said. “I just figured you should meet your nephew, that’s all. I’m also only trying to point out that it would be easier for you to come by on Friday, when I have him at my place. Rather than all of us dealing with Barbara’s wrath.”

Beth pouted a bit when Jim didn’t respond much to her flirtations. The man had always been a little dense though. “I’d love to meet him. It would give us some time to be alone as well. You know, to catch up. After all I missed you, Jimmy.” she smiled, a hand lightly touching his arm. “I can be there around 5? Is that good for you. I’ll even make dinner! I’m sure you’re sick of take out right?”

Alcohol wasn’t a great topic with Lisa nor was seeing people drunk; though she couldn’t help but find humor in this situation. “Fine. I’ll stay right here.” Lisa says as she leans against the wall beside the bedroom door with a smirk upon her lips and her arms folded across her chest. “I’ll just wait for the inanimate yelp of pain and call for help.” 

“Don’t be cute.” Beth sneared, finally getting out her key card. “AH ha! See? Perfectly capable.” she celebrated, though her bag fell to the floor, contents spilling out in a loud clatter. “Be a dear, and get that.” she muttered, flumbling into the room. “Do you have siblings?” she asked, picking up a half dranken bottle she left on the night stand. 

❛ And what do you think you need to protect me from in here? An unruly bedpost I might stub my toe on? ❜ Beth slurred, the alcohol evident as the person walked her towards her hotel . “I SAID I’ve GOT this.”

❛ Would you be sad if I said no? ❜ the blonde smirked as she watched Jim, leaning in the doorway. “I get why bitter babs would still be holding a grudge. but you ? i thought we were friends now jimmy?” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSITTING AT THE bar, Kitty hadn’t really been paying attention to anyone around her until she heard a woman’s voice and couldn’t help but laugh. “There’s a story there, definitely,” she stated, laughing lightly. Looking around the bar, she found herself not really noticing much about how the place looked. Really she was just there for the alcohol that would push all of the foolish thoughts out of her head. “There’s a really swanky place on the other side of the city, but it’s a hike to get there. This is easier,” she stated, taking a sip of her drink.

“There’s plenty of stories here. I’ve lived a life most can only dream of my dear.” Beth chuckled with a wink. She’d always had a frivolous life style. Jumping from one goal to the next. Simply seeing where the wind would take her. She had more than enough money to pick up and go at any time any place any where. “Oh? What’s the name?” she asked curiously. Any competition of her sister’s meant a friend of her’s.

Illyana glanced at the woman next to her. Overshare much? “ While I’m sure your adventures in licking things off  sorority girls is all the excitement, it can’t be that bad.” she said plainly. Reaching over, Illyana grabbed the woman’s drink, tipping it towards her in cheers, before downing it in one go. She wiped her mouth… . Okay. So maybe it was that bad. She raised her hand, signaling for the barkeep and looked at the woman “ What do you want? ”

Beth shook her head, opting to light a cigarette instead. She was a horrible chain smoker. Yet some how managed to never smell like it. It was her own litte superpower. “A water. I don’t plan on giving this place any more money.” she said looking around her sister’s bar. A bar. Jesus. No wonder her parents ended up in an early grave. “Thanks anyway kid. You come here alot?”

“You know,” He said. “Not liking a drink doesn’t make it a bad drink. Just not your taste.” God knows he didn’t like many drinks a lot of others did, foods too (he HATED soup, don’t ask him why, just did). “That drink is shit yeah, but you should try some more before putting down the place. Could try mine if you want,” He offered with a shrug. 

“A good bartender can make anything taste good. I had a guy in dallas that would ask you what kind of liqour you hated and then make you a drink with it. Won them over every time.” she said to him. She looked at his glass and back to him with a scoff. “no thanks.”

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“And why would you want to do that? You don’t like me, I don’t like you, and the last time you saw Barbara, she was too young to remember you. And thank god you’ve never even met Peter.” She glared at her sister, huffing softly. “No,” she said, shrugging. “It’s not really like a Kean to get over anything, now is it? Especially if it’s petty.”

“BECAUSE dear sister. Mom and dad are dead and like it or not we are all that’s left. And losing them made me see how wrong we’ve been all these years. I just want a chance to know my niece and nephew. be a family again. a better one.” Beth said to her. At the mention of not getting over things she sighed shaking her head. She lit a cigarette, taking in a long drag. “I’m not expecting sister hood of the travelling pants here but it would be nice to not want to murder each other right?”

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Babs smiled sweetly and propped her chin on her hand, leaning against the bar. “Oh, it is high end,” she said. “But you’re not, so…when I saw you come in, I added a little something extra to your drink. Just to make it special for you.” She tapped her chin, sighing thoughtfully. “I’m surprised you don’t like it. Antifr – the syrup, I mean, it’s supposed to be sweet.” 

“Really? Antifreeze? I come to the city looking to make up with my older sister, visit my niece and nephew and this is how you treat me?” Beth sighed dramatically. She wasn’t surprised. The two of them had almost always never seen eye to eye. “Aren’t you over the petty sibling rivalries?”