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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

She looked up, somewhat bemused -- or was it amused, she never could remember exactly what bemused meant. "Chris! Hello!" she said almost brightly, turning slightly and lounging back against the bar, glass still in hand, remarkably steady for the amount of alcohol she'd consumed so far. She probably shouldn't be pleased to see him when she was on her way to getting wasted, but right now she didn't really care. She felt warm and better than she'd felt all week, though that wasn't quite saying much. Though she had dinner with Mils in the cards.

She leaned over and gave him a one-armed hug, pressing her lips lightly to his cheek. "Be nice, I'm drunk," she told him solemnly, patting his cheek carefully and focusing so she wouldn't start tracing that sharp eyebrow with a finger. "Not as drunk as I could be, but I'm pretty sure I'm a bit over the tipsy line." Her accent was heavier than normal, for she wasn't watching her words like normal.

"Oh, my week sucked," she told him frankly, taking another sip and regarding him over the top of her glass. "Really sucked. Massively. So I thought I should reward m'self with a drink. And a drink turned into drinks. Poof! Magic." She grinned, suppressing a faint giggle. Yeah, okay, not sober.