George's Birthday Pub Crawl (MULTIPLES WELCOME) Who: George Lass and OPEN TO ALL What: 21st Birthday Pub Crawl When: March 6, 8pm until closing Where: Various bars Warnings: Probably? TBD Status: Open, Incomplete
George walked out of the DMV admiring her brand-new driver's license. A standard license format, not the vertical probationary license she'd been saddled with since Wade stole her Mildred Hagen license from home. It was a vast improvement and long overdue. She couldn't wait to wave it in Wade's face.
Then she stopped and looked around. It was early afternoon. She had hours to kill until the birthday pub crawl kicked off at eight o'clock. Hours. Time to get an overdue lunch somewhere and then...maybe visit the Travel Agency and consider her options for a birthday-related trip somewhere. She'd gotten a notice recently that she had some credits built up (she wasn't sure how, or from what, but wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth), and could afford to take a trip for a few days.
Alyssa was going to Paris, so that was obviously an option. Where else? She'd have to find out. But in the mean time, she had a night of heavy, heavy drinking ahead of her. She was looking forward to it, more pleased than she wanted to admit that a number of people were going to be joining her. She had friends! Who knew?
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Hours later, George lurked outside of Lou's, waiting for her pub crawl cohort to arrive. She was dressed up, and eyed speculatively by a couple of patrons entering the bar. "I'm not buying you booze, kid," one of them said. "Don't matter how hot you are."
He thinks I'm hot? He thinks I'm hot!" "Not asking you to, asshole," George replied, flashing her ID. "I can buy my own. I'm just waiting for someone."
"Whatever," the guy said, and vanished into the bar.