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Creed Kay (kcreed) wrote in inpoormerit,

"Hmm." Creed looked to the food and back to Delia. "I have a feeling we're going to have to figure out what to do with ourselves for quite sometime." They weren't allowed to leave if they tried something would happen to another person. Creed knew if this happened he wouldn't be able to argue in a court of law. He felt helpless not only for himself but for Delia and anyone else who was taken here. "Would you like a drink?" He got up with the intent of going to the bar.

He wasn't concerned with where they were so much as how long they were going to stay. Once he had his response from Delia he made his way to the bar. Examining the drink selection he went with a local brew. He thought about getting drunk but Creed didn't want to lose his composure in front of this young woman. It wouldn't be fair for her to go through the trauma of a drunken man's rambles on top of what they've already been through.