Re: Log: Penny and Clementine @ Bingo Night
Clementine, she wasn't rough any. She didn't have any edges that hadn't been worn down rich, but that didn't mean she didn't have any bite to her. She took the thermos, and she drank real quick. Used to swigging down booze, and she could drink like any good Southern belle that was hiding secrets years gone. And Penny wasn't wrong any, 'bout there being stories to tell her. That drink warmed itself in Clementine's belly, and it made skin that was always this-side of cold warmer some.
But Clementine, she didn't have a lick of secrets in the way her cards were laid out. Truth was, all she knew was smacking spongy marker to paper. No trolls, no dice, no charms, and she took another swig from that thermos and set it down. She could smell the booze strong in her pores, just like she usually smelled that sweetness that said maybe she ought to go and get her sugar tested someday real soon.
Her dobber was purple, and watched Penny fuss at the rubber-necking Edith 'bout eyeballing stacks and pull tabs. "What does it matter if she looks?" She asked it loud, and she smiled real pretty at Edith. "Can't change a thing, can it? Her seeing what's on our cards?" Clementine, she didn't know the ins and outs of bingo. Seemed important to get that straight, and then they could move on to shocking stories 'bout winding up out here in the middle of nowhere special.