{ W h o } Fox and Seb { W h a t } When the wine is in, the wit is out. { W h e r e } Out in the grass where the drunk people sit { W h e n } Tuesday night { R a t i n g } TBD
On principle, Fox didn't really drink on weeknights. Because when she drank, she drank to win, and trying to do her act with a hangover was pretty much a death wish. But sometimes, like tonight, she broke out a bottle of wine instead of opening a new box of cigarettes after the show and sipped at burgundy drink while sitting on the grass outside. This was going to be a lean week if the past days were any indication, and Fox thought that it'd be easier with a little alcohol in her bloodstream.
It was decently cheap wine so it took a while before her head started buzzing pleasantly and her limbs turned deliciously loose. She had a feeling she should go inside of her trailer, but this might be one of the last not-freezing-cold nights they'd have for a long while. No way was she going to waste it inside. So she stayed right where she was, plopped in the grass, sipping away at her wine and practically oblivious to the world around her.