Winston Deavor.

Alright. Okay. How to revive the Screenslaver without also being rearrested? And/or lectured by her brother. Or a Super. Good thing Evelyn enjoys a challenge.

The -almost- smile that had been forming was utterly annihilated by a scowl. "Come on, like I'm going to forget about the thing keeping me breathing fresh air?" And then -bribery-. Not a new trick for Win, but new in that is was being used on -Evelyn-. "If you -must-."

Win was probably the only person in the world who could outright hug her without getting shoved away. Except for maybe Miguel, but that was a different story. "Yeah, yeah. You know me. Fucking up is like...my special skill." But she returns the hug, taking the support.

Sure she can. Evelyn has spent the majority of her life having it her way. ....but fine. It's probably the fact that she's somewhere outside of her house without the fear of a Super coming to drag her to jail, but she's feeling soft. "..thanks, Win. I really do appreciate it."

Evelyn isn't sure if she should be grateful or annoyed, so she settles on both. Sure, she's on probation rather than being stuck in the house, but now she has to go to -therapy-. And -group therapy-. Staying in and getting drunk might prove to have been the better option.

Waiting impatiently, she was definitely timing her brother, and he was going to hear it for coming later than intended. Yes, she's a hypocrite when it comes to lateness. Shut up.

"Eh, liquids count as food. But sure. I could take a few bites of something."

"Then make sure you bring it by as soon as possible. I would have gone out myself but.." A gesture to the damned ankle tracker. "I wasn't up to having the Supers on my ass just to get a damn drink."

"I knew there was a reason I loved you."

"Yes, Win, you most certainly did. You forgot that scotch is shit and my bourbon is -gone-. But I sure hope you enjoy your little vacation while I languish in sober agony."