10927/One Jane, one bar, and a Murphy

One Jane, one bar, and a Murphy
Date of Scene:	29 January 2020
Location:	Luke's Bar, Central Harlem
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Painkiller Jane, Karrin Murphy

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Painkiller Jane has posed:
"It's another lonely evening...in another lonely town..." - Ride On, AC/DC

"Another," the lady in red and white grumbled.
"That's your third Scotch," the barkeep said.
"Medicinal purposes." She takes out a bottle of Tylenol. She pops the cap with a thumbnail, born of long experience. She shakes out two, ponders, then four more.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
The door opens as Karrin Murphy comes in, strolling around the bar. Sliding up to the bar, she hops up on a seat and looks to the bartender then Jane, and looks to the pills, then the bartender. "Hey, what's up?" she asks looking to the scotch then Jane again.

"I'll take a soda" she offers, looking around the bar again.

Painkiller Jane has posed:
The short-haired redhead drinks down the six Tylenol, shuddering slightly as she does. There is a lot to work on - three sprung ribs, one outright broken; three gunshot wounds, one in the gut, one in the arm, one in the thigh and all have been professionally bandaged up; and she only just felt her left lung re-inflate.
It's been a busy night.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Murph's back in the big city. Cookies were made, and she's back here. Watching Jane, Murphy nods. "Hey, I swear I seen you before" she glances around, then back to Jane. "Didn't I run across you the other day or was that some other redheads?" she asks and orders her drink of choice. Club soda. Because sure, hey, why not. She needs a clear head for things. She, unlike Jane, isn't shot or hurt. Her run in with a demon earlier, and punks, and the Summers niblet (and her million questions) though was a verbal attack), Murph weathered it, and did okay. Fortunately. She glances to Jane, and pulls out the painkillres Jane had given her the other day, nodding to her and setting them on the bar.

Settling back onto the chair, Karrin smiles. "How ya been?" she adds, with a grin to Jane as Karrin has hands on the bar, stretching her shoulders and watching the bartender working.

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Jane turned to look ar Murphy for a long moment. She tilts her head, giving her the long gaze people already absorbing their third drink gives.
Then a connection is made and her eyebrows raise as recognition hits. "Hey...! Yeah, jus'...took me a minute." She looks at the bottle. "Yeah, I remember. I think I said you could keep those...how's th' dog?'

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Karrin laughs, "Dog kicked his owner outta his place in the building. Got that doggo homme. Turns out, dog was dragging the guy out while he got evicted" Karrin says. "So I was walking a dog that did a weird thing. See, that's just my lot in life huh?" Murph asks, looking to the bartender, pocketing the painkillers again. "So what're you up to anyhow?" she asks. "You ever want one of those big dogs, lemme know"

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Jane shakes her head. "Nah. My life shouldn't happen to any animal, let alone a dog..."
Jane suddenly winces, and there is a tiny sound, like a 'click.' The sound is...wet, somehow.
"...ffffffffUCK." She suddenly slams down the drink, her teeth tightly clenched.
She begins to breathe raplidly. "...Sorry. Little twinge there."
Yeah, the twinge of a broken rib snapping back into place.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Karrin shakes her head looking concerned. "You okay?" she asks sounding worried. "You okay?" Karrin asks sounding very, very worried for a moment or five.

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Jane turns to Karrin. "...No. No, I'm not. I...haven't been for some time. And before you ask...no. They don't have a cure for what I've got."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"Ah" Karrin says with a shrug, looking over Jane, and shakes her head. "See, if nobody can help you...you're here helping yourself, right?" she asks looking uneasy to Jane, hen the bartender and sips her club soda.

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Jane fingerguns Karrin. "Bingo, gringa." She smiles and pushes the empty Scotch glass towards the barkeep. "There's no Scotch on these rocks. Fix that, willya?"
The barkeep shrugs. "Your funeral."
Jane laughs. "It was lovely, ladies and gentlemen. Pity you can only have one." She watches the barkeep refill her glass with glad fascination.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Looking amused Karrin laughs, looking pleased, "See, you are good like that. So" she nods, watching the Scotch on the rocks. "I'll stick with club sodas thanks" she says with a knowing look, grinning to her now as she shakes her head. "What's up with the scotch on a rocks huh? That your way of getting through life?"

Painkiller Jane has posed:
Jane holds up a finger. She studies the drink, lifting it to peer at it, then drinks the glass empty of Scotch. "...Lemme check. Nope. Still dead. Right now, I'm trying to embalm myself." She slides the glass back to the barkeep. "No solutions yet, bar guy. Put some more Scotch in it as we'll try again."