>>"Hope you two didn't enjoy yourself too much."

"What, I love to brawl at posh mob parties" Gawain grinned, walking up to his girlfriend. She looked kind of... pale. And woozy. The grin disappeared. "Eve, are you all right?"

There were voices down the corridor, and Sam made a wall of ice. They would have to check for injuries later.

>>”Gawain, take us home!”

"On it" the mirrorwalker nodded, taking the recently freed prisoner into the mirror first, as instructed. The guy seemed surprised to be pulled through a mirror, but didn't complain. Once he safely deposited him in the safe house a couple of blocks away, Gawain returned for Eve, and the others.

"I really need to find a better way to do this" he muttered to himself.

By the time they all made it out of the room and into the safe house Serge had already found the liquor stash Sam had been hiding in the safe house. ”Really? How’d you find the vodka so quickly?” Sam asked as he popped out of the mirror slightly surprised Serge had already drunk some of the vodka. Then again Serge was one of the many people who taught Sam a thing or two. Drinking vodka was one of them along with teaching him a few words in Russian even though Sveta claims what he knows isn’t that great.

“So, how did you know where I was?” Serge asked Sam ignoring the others for the first time since he had seen Eve and Sveta. Serge grabbed two other glasses and poured some of the clear liquid into them then pushed them closest to Eve and Sveta. Sam looked from Gawain to Serge was never really good at making new friends. Sam cleared his throat and answered ”The usual, heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who heard it from another.” Serge raised an eyebrow to Sam then looked to the other three and pointed, “This is your team no? They don’t know either then?” the room got cold for a minute as Sam activated his mutation forcing a cold front around Serge. He got the message.

“Right, right right.” Serge said shivering slightly taking a shot of vodka, “Drink, ladies would you deny an old weak man a drink?” Serge asked the two girls now ignoring Sam as well. ”What did they want with you and how did they find you?” Sam asked Serge making himself apparent again to Serge who took another shot of vodka.

“Answers.” Serge said simply enough, “Truth and answers, you know what I can do yes? You remember? I was jumped when I got off the plane and here we are. Apparently there are a few men in that group who don’t like the boss. Meaning accidents have been happening. Instead of asking me nicely the boss sent his men to get me.” Serge said summing it up rather quickly, didn’t explain why they had tied Serge though. ”That why they had you tied up?” Sam asked at the now grinning Serge.

Serge set down his vodka and clapped his hands, “Bravo, little Sammy! It seems you are still as astute as before. He didn’t want to pay me, the boss was well, and stubborn once he had me he thought I was going to help him out. I do freelance work now and all. Like you it seems.” Sam shook his head as Serge finished, ”Not a mercenary. But you’re welcome. Old Friend.” Sam nodded his head to Serge, ”Thank them as well.” Sam looked to the others, ”Everyone alright? Eve?” Sam asked the blonde who still looked out of it.

Sveta rolled her eyes at Serge making a pass at both her and Eve at the same time, and kept the gun in her hand, staying alert as voices appeared down the hall. Eve did not look so good, and the mirror guy needed to focus on getting everyone out of there, so it came down to her and Sam bringing up the rear, and she knew it. As the others got taken one by one through a reflecting surface, she made sure they were safe to return. Once it was her turn she holstered the gun and allowed Gawain to pull her into the mirrors.

>>”Really? How’d you find the vodka so quickly?”

"I helped" Sveta grinned as Serge offered her a glass. She probably should not have been drinking on the job, but Sam obviously was, and she could keep pace with him when it came to liquor, and he knew it. She had also exchanged a few words with Serge, him obviously enchanted that she was Russian.

>>”Everyone alright? Eve?”

"Fine" she said for herself "But wanna get out of the gown is possible. Not very comfortable to fight in. Are we expecting any more trouble?"

Evelyn thought she was feeling okay, and her head cleared a lot through mirror travel. Or maybe it was just getting away from Sveta. The mirror's themselves really never did help the echoes. They had a nasty habit of turning and analyzing her in a way that felt petty. Not that the echoes really had thoughts or feelings, but it always seemed so...personal. She shook it off as she stood in the new room, letting herself take in her surroundings. The liquid Serge handed to her made her stomach turn all over again.

"I think I've had enough hangovers for one day...thanks." She remarked, not so casually shoving the glass into Gawain's hand instead. Following the echoes, she found a bottle of water. At least it cleaned her throat a little. The lingering burn of bile still clung to her mouth. Knowing Sam, there were breath mints or something around here. She let the echoes deduce that as well. She glanced at Sam and shrugged.

"Let's just say, the playbacks make being tipsy a bit too realistic..." She remarked. Hydration, check. Breath mints, check. Now, to just get home.

>>"I think I've had enough hangovers for one day...thanks. Let's just say, the playbacks make being tipsy a bit too realistic..."

Gawain put an arm around his girlfriend, happy to be back with the group and in a safe place, rather than negotiating party girls and mutant bouncers.

"How is it that I was the one drinking and you got a hangover?" he chuckled, waiting for Sam and Serge to catch up and talk things out. The Russian girl seemed inpatient, and Gawain was also kind of ready to go home as soon as the mission ended.

Looking from Eve who said she was alright to Sveta, ”Not unless they have a tracker with them.” Sam looked to Serge, ”They leave a tracker on you?” Serge let out a laugh, “They didn’t think I could leave so no. They didn’t bother. If they were really experienced at handling people like us,” Serge pointed to Sam them himself, “They would have known there is always someone who owes a favor.” Serge grinned and shrugged his shoulders drinking his vodka.

”Sveta, there is the bedroom and a change of clothes if you want to lose the dress.” Sam spotte the look on Serge’s face when Sam suggested this and another cold front was pushed in his direction. ”Gawain, Eve. You two can head home if you want. Nothing else is gonna happen here, just some catching up really, hearing about the good ol’days and such.” Serge let out a raspberry, “Sam you used to love hearing my stories!” Sam rolled his eye, ”When I heard them the first time.”

Serge waved at Sam dismissing him then looked to Eve, “Thank you for saving me miss. Always a pleasure to be meeting you.” Serge made a mock bow then went back to sipping vodka ignoring Gawain again. ”I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.”