The feel of Jynx, or Jynx's better half, made Becca smile. It felt good to be able to help someone that was troubled and besides, she liked Jynx. Just when she thought that maybe things would work out, that there might be hope for the pink-haired girl, she felt her pull away. Becca felt a profound sense of loss when Jynx ran away, only stopping to apologize briefly. Becca wanted to go after her, to find her and console her but she knew that she had fled to protect her and the Jynx was fast enough that she would not catch her anyway. She had a very distinct feeling that the Jynx side of Jynx did not like her. At least she hoped that was the case, weird as that may seem. The alternative was that Jynx as a whole had ran from her like that sexy backside was on fire.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Well fuck."</span>Becca mumbled, slumping back onto her barstool. Now there was really nothing to do until she was supposed to meet with Fanya which was still a long ways off. Dejected thoughts led to poor choices and it was only moments later that 5 empty shot glasses sat in front of her. With the little she had to eat, the affects hit Becca pretty hard and pretty fast. She run her hand through her hair and just propped her head up with her hand on her cheek and her elbow on the bar. She just hoped that Jynx was alright. Becca just kept staring into the bottom of the empty shot glasses and thinking about the events of the day of how suddenly she had been thrown into such a messed up situation by pure random chance.<br/><br/>The sound of Loretta's voice made her jump and only a desperate grab for the edge of the bar kept her on the stool.<span style="color: indigo"> "<b>Jeez!</b> Don't sneak up on people. It isn't polite at all." </span>She said, casting a bleary gaze to the ghoul.<span style="color: indigo">"Huh? Jynx, she's... troubled but she's trying. She's had a pretty rough go I imagine and, well shit, everyone has scars of one kind or another, right? Hers are just as much on the inside as the outside I guess." </span>the bleary-eyed gaze seemed to come into focus at the last words and Becca's expression seemed deeply sad.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>