[ dutch is a little busy drinking more than is healthy and beating customers getting rowdy a little too soundly. the violence of it makes her blood sing and the anger makes it easier to forget. in all that, she almost doesn't hear the ringing of her comms. she almost doesn't, but after a roundhouse kick that sends her last opponent flying, there's nothing distracting her from it and so she picks up.
rhys sounds panicked and terrible and worried and dutch doesn't hesitate to shout at one of the others handling security at shades darker that she's got to go, and then she's off, running toward him. that tone doesn't promise anything good and if there's an intruder in rhys' place while he's sick, who knows what'll happen?
she tries calling him again, too, but to no avail, and so it's a little while later, expecting the worst, that dutch shows up at his doorstep, breathing fast and gun drawn. ]
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rhys sounds panicked and terrible and worried and dutch doesn't hesitate to shout at one of the others handling security at shades darker that she's got to go, and then she's off, running toward him. that tone doesn't promise anything good and if there's an intruder in rhys' place while he's sick, who knows what'll happen?
she tries calling him again, too, but to no avail, and so it's a little while later, expecting the worst, that dutch shows up at his doorstep, breathing fast and gun drawn. ]
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