Father's Day...

[grandtheftmecha]

[Katina took all of Father's Day off, and has been doing her own thing. Now, in the evening, she sits on a bench on top of the tower. She has two bottles with her that she's taken a few small sips out of as she looks up into the sky.]

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[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

[On one of his casual patrols of the tower, because he totally wasn't looking for her, Viral found Katina at her hideout on the roof. Seeing the look on her face, he quietly walked over and sat down on the bench next to Katina. Viral folded his arms and waited in silence.]

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[She sits there just as quietly for... five minutes? An hour? She can't even tell how long. If Viral cares to look, one of the bottles is cheap whiskey, the other is a type of sake that anyone who ever drank with Daitetsu would recognize.]

...hey.

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

...Hey.

[He sighs, and watches the sky. If Katina wanted to talk, she'd talk. Viral wasn't one to press these things.]

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Another, definitely shorter wait.]

You know what today is? Not somethin' that'd really matter to you, I guess, but... hell, what do I know?

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

It's another one of your holidays, isn't it? Remembering fathers.

[Viral pauses this time.]

No, it doesn't really matter to me.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Katina takes a drink of the whiskey.]

I really should get over it... but every time it's about to roll around, stupid shit happens. Every fucking time.

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

Life has cruel timing when it wants.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

It could let the hell up on me...

[urzu2.livejournal.com]

[Mao staggers by and slumps onto the next bench over. She looks...harrowed, and didn't even notice Katina.]

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[A pause, then Katina glances over at Mao. So, she's not the only one taking today hard.]

[urzu2.livejournal.com]

[Mao glances over and totally misinterprets Katina's purpose here.]

Give me insane terrorists or space aliens any day, but god save us all from family, am I right?

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Mao may have things a little off, but that comment gives Katina a pretty good guess of what's eating her friend.]

Heh... years ago... I'd probably be sayin' the same thing.

[urzu2.livejournal.com]

*blink*

But not now? Then why the drinks?

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[She holds up the drinks.]

The whiskey was my dad's favorite. The sake was Daitetsu's.

Figured I could choke down a bottle of this cheap shit my dad drank once a year, and... hell, if anyone else deserves the same it was the Captain. 'least he had better taste.

[urzu2.livejournal.com]

So your dad is...and I thought I had it bad.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Yeah... been, god, seven years now... and then the old man goes and dies right before Father's Day, it's like... something out there's trying to get to me every year.

Katina and Zoe can share their "baaaaw daddy ;;" issues together!

[mechaotaku.livejournal.com]

[Not expecting to see Katina there, Zoe masks her surprise pretty well, walking up and tilting her head toward her.]

This seat taken?

They can bond over alcohol and se*shot*

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Katina sighs, forcing the barest of smiles onto her face.]

Nah. Go ahead.

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

[A wild Tasuku appears!]

Oh, hey, Lt. Katina. Everything okay? You look kinda grumpy. Well, grumpier than usual anyway.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[A glance over her shoulder.]

You talk to your dad at all today?

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I have him a call. I'm not that forgetful!

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Good.

[She goes back to staring at the stars, taking a drink from one of the bottles.]

Clueless Mode on!

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

How 'bout you, Lieutenant? I bet your dad's proud his daughter's a high-ranked officer in the great GDF!

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[A sad smile that Tasuku probably can't see.]

I bet he would be. He was sure as hell proud when I first enlisted, scary as it was.

[wetnoodleguy.livejournal.com]

Would? Haven't you called him? Waitasec... Does that mean what I think it means? Oh crap, I just made one hell of a faux pas, didn't I...