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Friday - Sharing a Drink
Who: Liah and Tony
Where: Bar/dining room area
When: Very late afternoon
Liah was sitting on top of the burnished wooden bar, because she'd always wanted to do that, staring at an assortment of bottles she'd liberated from the shelf behind it as she tried to decide what she might want to drink. She wasn't a girl who knew a great deal about liquor; she'd had plenty of furtively sipped beer in her time, despite the fact that she wasn't yet legal age for drinking. That didn't deter anyone from it that she could tell if they could get their hands on some. But there were so many different choices, and she hadn't a clue. Gin. Vodka, Whiskey. Bourbon. Wine. How did anyone ever decide?
She swung flip-flopped feet, squinting in the dim light from the window. Once the sun set, she wouldn't even have that, but she had a small flashlight she'd found in an empty room to add to the one she and Ro'd gotten the other day, so she was ready. She set down a bottle of Johnnie Walker and picked up Southern Comfort, her nose wrinkling as she unscrewed the top on that one.
( It wasn't really that she wanted any more, but nobody was going to tell her she couldn't have it, not even Mr. British Accent Hottie McHot. )
Where: Bar/dining room area
When: Very late afternoon
Liah was sitting on top of the burnished wooden bar, because she'd always wanted to do that, staring at an assortment of bottles she'd liberated from the shelf behind it as she tried to decide what she might want to drink. She wasn't a girl who knew a great deal about liquor; she'd had plenty of furtively sipped beer in her time, despite the fact that she wasn't yet legal age for drinking. That didn't deter anyone from it that she could tell if they could get their hands on some. But there were so many different choices, and she hadn't a clue. Gin. Vodka, Whiskey. Bourbon. Wine. How did anyone ever decide?
She swung flip-flopped feet, squinting in the dim light from the window. Once the sun set, she wouldn't even have that, but she had a small flashlight she'd found in an empty room to add to the one she and Ro'd gotten the other day, so she was ready. She set down a bottle of Johnnie Walker and picked up Southern Comfort, her nose wrinkling as she unscrewed the top on that one.
( It wasn't really that she wanted any more, but nobody was going to tell her she couldn't have it, not even Mr. British Accent Hottie McHot. )
