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Where everybody knows your name...
Who: Megan and Loren
When: Early Evening
Where: Hotel bar
Megan ran her fingers over the glass bottles in front of her, her back to the open doorway. Ever since exploring the kitchen, she'd become eager to check out other parts of the hotel, while they were still safe and accessible at least. She'd visted the laundry room, the pool, the exercise room, but none had proven as interesting as the bar. The glass bottles each had their own unique feel and sound, and even the labels were proving very interesting, as she was discovering that she could feel the letters printed on each one. If she'd known what the letters were, she probably could've read them as easily as she read braille. She made a mental note to work on that at some point. Still, she could actually smell the alcohol through the glass or at least escaping from under the caps. Picking up one particularly oddly-shaped bottle, she gave it a whiff. Tequila, she thought with a smile. A person could easily drink themselves to an early grave in a place like this. Or at least drink enough to forget that the world was ending all around them and they were the only ones left.
When: Early Evening
Where: Hotel bar
Megan ran her fingers over the glass bottles in front of her, her back to the open doorway. Ever since exploring the kitchen, she'd become eager to check out other parts of the hotel, while they were still safe and accessible at least. She'd visted the laundry room, the pool, the exercise room, but none had proven as interesting as the bar. The glass bottles each had their own unique feel and sound, and even the labels were proving very interesting, as she was discovering that she could feel the letters printed on each one. If she'd known what the letters were, she probably could've read them as easily as she read braille. She made a mental note to work on that at some point. Still, she could actually smell the alcohol through the glass or at least escaping from under the caps. Picking up one particularly oddly-shaped bottle, she gave it a whiff. Tequila, she thought with a smile. A person could easily drink themselves to an early grave in a place like this. Or at least drink enough to forget that the world was ending all around them and they were the only ones left.
