WHO: Bellamy Blake and OPEN WHAT: Buying wine WHEN: Friday morning WHERE: The Liquor Store WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Part of Bellamy really wished that his memories hadn't come back. It would have been nice to forget all of the horrible things that took place back home. It would have been nice to forget all the horrible things he'd done - and there'd been plenty of those. But on the other hand, he didn't want to forget Octavia, even if she did hate him. He loved her more than anything else in his life, and she was the reason he'd lived as long as he had. If he hadn't had her to keep him going, he would have given up a long time ago.
She'd invited him to dinner this weekend, which was definitely a step in the right direction. He was happy about that, and determined to make it less awkward than it had been every other time he'd gone to visit Octavia since arriving here in Madison Valley.
So he was going out of his way to be nice, and part of that included taking a nice bottle of wine with him to dinner, because supposedly that was what was done.
Only problem was, Bellamy didn't know a damned thing about wine. He was standing in the liquor store, looking pretty hopeless as he stood in front of the huge selection of bottles. He had no idea which one to choose. Some of them were super expensive, some were cheap, some were red, some were white, some were bubbly...
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
"How the hell am I supposed to know which is the right one?"