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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[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.

[urzu2.livejournal.com]

People like us rarely come from fully functional families

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Got that right... hell, probably wouldn't be here otherwise.

[urzu2.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't do anything differently, though, if I had the chance to do it over.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

...I guess that's one way we differ.

[urzu2.livejournal.com]

I guess so.