#deadshctx

Dive Bars were a kind of safe space for him. He could sit, drink, avoid eye contact with every fucker in the place and, so long as there was a jukebox playing some crappy hits Venom would keep it’s mouth shut and let him have a beer. He was just getting over a bad self-poisoning administered to give the parasite something to focus on. While it was repairing his body he’d been able to catch a few hours sleep and now here he was, bags the size of baseballs under his eyes but alive and in control.

He looked up over the rim of his glass when another person sat beside him at the bar, eyes widening a little when he recognised the fucker. “Floyd Lawton?” he asked in a gravelly voice.    

Jihl had snuck into the city as it went dark, dressed in jeans, sneakers and a hoodie she made her way to the arranged location, grabbing a beer and taking a corner booth in a dive bar she waited and worked her way through the drink. It was foul, but it wasn’t as though she had fine wine waiting in an office anymore, NOVA’s facility out of the city was basic at best and they were still attempting to recuperate their losses. Despite her superiors assuring her all would be well, Jihl wasn’t convinced... there were many things she wasn’t convinced about these days. 

Which was why she waited for another fifteen minutes for Floyd Lawton to arrive and looked up, her gaze unreadable under her hood. “You’re late.” she told him quietly, taking another sip of the awful beer. 

Evan, now he was making full use of his Mirror Master persona again, figured he might as well check in with old acquaintances. He’d never been exactly chummy with Floyd but they’d had a kind of professional respect for one another. Evan knew he wasn’t on Floyd’s level but he’d been damn good, one of the best assassin’s the UK had produced for quite some time. And then? The ban had come and ruined his little games. 

With nothing else to do he’d cut off content with many and quietly sunk into drugs and his business... Now though, he had reason again to get out of bed with a grin on his face. Though from the looks of things Floyd didn’t feel the same. From the Mirror Dimension he could see Floyd gazing into his own mirror, a bathroom one he’d guess judging by his clothing, with a cigarette between his lips. Well, it was as good a time as any to reintroduce himself. 

Chuck was taking advantage of an overcast day with a decent headwind and had pulled out of his nicer bright yellow kites to fly. He’d gotten to the park early and using his knowledge of wind found the perfect spot to cast. He threw the kite up and it easily caught, rocketing into the sky while he let the sting go. When he flew his kite it felt like time didn’t move much. He could stand there for hours just watching the wind pull the kite too and fro. It was nice, numbing... Charlie had been playing so Chuck didn’t want to pull him from his games and had left him in the house. 

By midday the clouds had parted and the sun shone hot; enough to have him pulling his jumper off leaving him in only a tight vest and jeans. He pulled back against a particularly mischievous gust when two woman who’d been jogging by stopped and looked at him. Without thinking he raised a hand and smiled, wiping some sweat off his forehead and, suddenly, the ladies came over and started talking to him.