"Awesome. I got a - couple of packs of fruity flavored wine coolers of various flavors. And some ice and a cheapo Styrofoam cooler. If you go on the network complaining of a hangover tomorrow morning, though, I'll claim not to know you and see about swapping roomies." Darcy warned with a smile. She had gotten them because, in the grand scheme of things, it was mild and had enough kick without risking pain like Vodka or Tequila. There was a way to drink, even get drunk if they wanted, without it being very bad.
"That sounds awesome. Especially the no Pirates. Jack is - ugh, so very pretty but I don't even know with him right now. I feel like a drinking buddy or something. But he's so very pretty." Darcy moved to get the container of ice cream out of the plastic bag. "But let's dish on what's bugging you. Let's find a swashbuckler and you can go into it?"