Getting a drinkie-poo? WHO: Shelly & Connor WHAT: Grabbing a drink WHERE: Slainte's WHEN: Now. RATING: TBD OPEN? To cbreckenridge only.
For being nineteen, Shelly wasn't that huge of a drinker. Lots of people her age would have taken extreme advantage of the fact that they could drink in the other countries that they were visiting, but Shelly only drank every once in awhile. She liked going out and having a few drinks, yes. But she was sure that the biggest thing holding her back from drinking more was that she had nobody to really go out and drink with. There was her brother Gabe, of course, but she didn't spend nearly as much time with him as she wanted to. And he was the biggest reason she joined the crew on the ship. She'd force him to come out soon enough.
But now, she was on her way down the Slainte's to get a drink with this guy Connor. Shelly had never met him before, but he was a part of the crew so she really didn't have any reason to worry about meeting up with him. It wasn't the same as meeting some creepy guy online and grabbing a drink with them. It was nowhere near the same thing. And Connor seemed like he'd be a fun guy to hang out with, so Shelly was actually looking forward to it. And, after knowing him more, she'd have to come up with a nickname, of course. Since she'd promised. Walking into Slainte's, she walked up to the bar and took a seat, wondering if Connor was there or not, and then kicking herself for not coming up with a better way to know who he was.