|Nike|Νικη (victory_winged) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-12-28 19:04:00
|Entry tags:||bia, nike|
Who: Nike, Bia
When: December 28, afternoon-ish
Where: Nike's place
What: Talking, and drinking because of the talking
It really sucked that Nike didn't see her sister more often, but it sucked even more that it seemed she only saw Bia these days when she needed to vent or was having guy issues. She would have to make it up to Bia. She'd take her drinking and to break things. Yeah, that sounded good. The fastest way to an Enforcers good side was booze and fighting.
The door was unlocked so that Bia could come in on her own. So when Nike heard a knock she called out "It's open," and went back to setting out her makeshift minibar on the coffee table. The upcoming conversation would require heavy booze consumption. There was no way Nike would say any of it in her right mind. She needed something to keep her from realizing everything she was admitting to. She had already had two glasses of rum. It wasn't enough to calm her nerves just yet, but it was a start.
"Drink?" She asked, when she saw Bia.