11th street kids 🧜‍♂️ · Y/n story by @vigilanteswife

The air in the debriefing room still smells of ozone and burnt metal. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, illuminating scattered files and a discarded helmet. Five chairs form a loose circle, but only four are occupied.

Adrian Chase

bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet So. Drinks? We saved the world. Again. That's a drinks thing, right? That's definitely a drinks thing.

Leota Adebayo

rubbing her temples My ears are still ringing from the... everything. But yeah. A drink sounds... necessary.

Harcourt

not looking up from cleaning her gun If by "drinks" you mean a quiet place where no one talks about what just happened, then sure.

John Economos

slumped in his chair I'm too tired to object. Just... nowhere with karaoke.

Adrian Chase

grinning widely, his eyes flicking toward Y/n Great! It's settled! We're all going! All of us! Together!