[ jenna's spent so long being constantly afraid, pressed under the weight of klaus' compulsion, the ever-present threat he represents; not just to her, but to the people she cares about.

knowing he's gone is almost hard to process at first-- then it hits her like a wall of giddy relief, heartrate sped up and almost anxious with it. part of her wants to curl up in her room and not leave for a while, until the too fast, overwhelming feel passes.

the rest of her just wants to let it out, and not by hitting someone. violence is a part of her life now, but that doesn't mean she has to let that dictate something as important as marking this.

luckily, justin is a sweetheart and brian doesn't know who grows her weed and can't get any for himself.

the face she turns to the network is happy, and genuine; but it's tinted manic, not easy. ]

All right, you know what? At the risk of being blamed for jinxing us, we're pretty much due a catastrophe any day now, and I'm ready to take a break in just waiting around for it.

So. With permission from the owners-- because one of them is a sweetheart and the other one is a cold, ruthless businessman who completely expects a favor back, I know, I know-- tonight at Space Babylon I'm having a party.

I'll bring music and extra booze-- [ and she stockpiles, it's a thing. ] and if you want something else, food or anything like that, that's nice for you but bring it yourself.

...no prior acquaintance necessary, just go ahead and show on up. The more the merrier.


( ooc | now with the worst cop out of a log ever. )