Reach out and touch faith [Closed]

[somegrimshit]

Who| Rochelle, Nick, Ellis
What| Zombros reunite all together, group hugs imminent 
Where| Some bar somewhere
When| After the crowning
Warnings/Notes| Probably swearing, mentions of violence, gratuitous friendship



Rochelle had decided that it was high time to call a group pow wow. She had also decided that a group pow wow would be best with alcohol, and thus had called the meeting in the middle of a low key, kind of sleezy-looking bar in the Capitol. She didn't know how much privacy they would be afforded, but she'd take whatever she could get.

She orders her own drink, and sits at a table in the corner. The others can order their own--She doesn't really know much about their drink preferences. She can describe how they shoot, the way they sleep, eat, their gun and melee preferences and how they take on tanks, but she's never actually gone drinking with them, and the idea fits oddly in her head.

But they need to speak. All three of them, as a group. There are plans to make, and things to catch each other up on. As the other two trickle in, she sits there, fingers intertwined, feeling like she's called a business meeting. Odd, because while there was no definitive leader in the group, they had all taken their roles--And a leader, she was not. Coach had been their leader, and Nick, next. Ellis had come up with ideas. Her role...

Look pretty, maybe. She tells herself grimly, though she knows that it's not true. She had encouraged, she had provided patience and glued them together and kept them from tearing apart. Stopped fights and started them, according to what was necessary.

"Gentlemen," She says, smiling as the other two sit down. "Fancy meeting you here."

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[shiftingurbulls]

Ellis allowed himself to be pulled by Rochelle and closing any escape routes the conman had, "Aw come on Nikita, jus' a little love an' tenderness from those who give more than two shits aboutcha!" Oh, the grin Ro had would be matched by the mechanic and he immediately dodged the drink, because like hell Nick was getting his hat dirty.

Whether or not any of them could get far in the Arena remained to be seen but El had faith and maybe some overconfidence in them being all together, they were going to pull through and walk out of this place like kings.