|James Scott||It'd been an awful week. Maybe that's why James has been sat in the back of Jack's nursing a cup of brown joy, tucked away in a corner booth far from the bar. But he wasn't in the mood for making any new friend's. At least that's what he told himself.
"Another day in paradise." he decides, turning the glass up and finishing off the bourbon.
|Hunni|| Awful weeks seem to be as common as the cold today in Paris, at least for certain kinds of people. Hunni might not have been part of the recent Op, but that doesn't mean the sniper hadn't caught wind of the fallout. After S.T.A.R.S.? The FBC had been the logical step, especially after the invitation of the former Captain Wesker. Now? It too was in jepardy.
Perhaps she should simply be grateful it wasn't Racoon City all over again. That was the thought running through the asian woman's mind as she steps into the building, headed towards the long bar and the promise of temporary trouble forgetting.
|James Scott||James pushes up to his feet and makes his way over to the bar. Slow and steady. Dark circles are visible under his good eye, the patch concealing the others, and it's obvious he hasn't been doing much sleeping. As he leans forward onto the bar his coat opens slightly, revealing the S.T.A.R.S. gear underneath, meaning he's likely taking a break before he ventures back out into Paris. Though the teen was never part of the group.
"Mind fillin' me up one more time?" he asks the bartender quietly, not yet paying attention to anybody else.
|Hunni|| Hunni wasn't really one for missing things, but when faced with a rather large flag to her past, subtle or not, the woman frowns deeply. Racoon city had been chaotic, but even then she didn't remember the man amoung the faces of the other officers.
"Where did you get that?" the woman speaks up, announcing her presence beside the man. "That gear?"
|James Scott||"Hrm?" James asks, turning to face Hunni. "Oh, the vest under my coat?" He pulls the armored coat aside to show off the logo stamped onto the gear. "When Raccoon fell a handful of officers took the station back to get gear from the armory, I was one of the civilians that helped them."|
|Hunni|| "When Racoon fell?" Hunni repeats, a narrowing of her eyes coming as she shifts her own coat, a hint of her handgun, a 'Samurai Edge' pistol complete with the S.T.A.R.S. logo on the grip. "When Raccoon fell hundreds of civillians stormed the station, many officers barely got out alive with all the looters and the fighting. I was there when it fell, had to be dragged off the rooftop."
Not the most pleasent of memories, not least of all because it was the start of the desperate struggle for safety and supplies. A slow breath, she tilts her head to one side. "Did you take that gear from an officer's body?"
|James Scott||"No, this was after that. When Wesker and Chambers came back to retake it." James assures Hunni. "This was a spare outfit, thing saved my life too. We ran into that monster, Nemesis, that was hunting S.T.A.R.S. Though he may have only targeted me because I was wearing it." He reaches up to scratch at the back of his head.
It's about this time a drink is slid his way. "Thanks." he says to the bartender with a slight nod, taking the liquor back up.
|Hunni|| Nemesis. Speaking of bad memories... Even now she can't suppress the shudder down her back. Her lips coming to a pursing, she nods. A random looter probably wouldn't have known the names of the captain or the medic on the team. "That city was a walking nightmare, especially that thing..."
Frowning, the woman seems to lapse into silence, signally for a drink of her own.