She could feel tension slip away as she caught sight of the bottle in Savannah’s hand. So it wasn’t anything urgent. Day wouldn’t say that she was on edge, but a lot had occurred in the past few weeks. Enough to make her be on guard most of the time. A knock on the door could mean too many different things. She wasn’t certain she could deal with more shit happening. The shelter needed a break.
She needed a break.
“I’d love some,” she said with a smile, gesturing toward one of the chairs in front of her desk. “You’ve found quite a gem there.” She knew it was one of Gray’s bottles. Something good stashed away for the right moment, right time. She had her own collection, hidden and untouched. Drinking was too easy, especially right now. But she knew how dangerous of a road it could lead if she didn’t watch herself. Usually, she tried not to indulge herself in the liquid unless it was with Gray or her comrades. Just a few harmless glasses. Never too much.
“Have you and Maizie finished sorting through everything?” Opening up a drawer on her right, Day pulled out two shot glasses, setting them on the table. “If there’s anything I can do to help, feel free to ask. I’ll do what I can for the both of you.”