Meaghan, defender of the poor and downtrodden! (meaghan_way) wrote in witchway,
"Little o' both, little o' both," she said easily, watching the beer head her way. The bartender slid it across the bar and she took it, turning her generous gulp into a sip at the last second. Right, no getting absolutely pissed. Which unfortunately meant she should probably stick with just this drink. Damn, why couldn't she hold it better? "More oblig, though - if it were really fun it wouldn't matter if I showed up feeling like death." There, that was a good excuse.