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[memoriesinsmoke]

Characters: Liz Sherman and Hellboy
Location: Hellboy's suite in the Earth Sector
Situation: Hanging out with some bad feelings and booze after a brief chat.
Warnings/Rating: PG, probably. Will warn if things change.

Hellboy is in a bad mood, but nothing about that is new. However, they're both in the same place for the first time in years, and while it's not necessarily new, it's definitely odd. It's been so long, and Liz is still working on getting used to having Hellboy around, again.

It felt like she had spent so much time getting used to not having him around, and then this happens. She'd probably find it funny, if it weren't so sad.

Either way, odd as this is, they're old friends. As far as she's concerned, friends should be there for one another... which exactly why she shows up at the door to Hellboy's suite with a bottle of liquor in hand.

"Open up, H.B. It's me."

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[histruename]

He really wasn't in the mood for this. Not after drinking himself stupid the night before and waking up with a headache the size of Conneticut. This curfew thing was the pits, and it was driving him a little crazy only to be able to wander far enough to be home before dark without getting his ass thrown in jail again. If it was anyone else he would've told them to get lost, but this was Liz. He could make an exception for Liz.

So he hauls himself off the sofa and trudges to the door, opening it to let her in. "Hey. Sorry about the mess."

The place really was a damn mess. Not that his room back at the Bureau was much cleaner. There was just less in the way of empty liquor bottles.