Who: Heather and Open What: Drowning anger and sorrows in whiskey chocolate milk. Where: Buffalo Bills When: A day or two after her falling out with Robin. Warnings: Possible language It figured, things had been going so well, they had been happy. They had been bonding again. And god help, her she tried to stay calm. But it just hadn't been enough. It hadn't stopped her temper rampaging. She'd said things that she couldn't take back. But there were only so many stings she could take before she bit back.
So there Heather sat. In Jack Sparrow's old seat, shooting back shots of chocolate milk. Between shots she ran her fingers over the wood, where he'd worn it down and smoothed it over time. She missed Jack. Not that they had said a whole lot to each other.
He simply didn't seem to mind her shedding a tear so long as the drink kept flowing. He didn't seem to judge, or if he did... He hid it well behind those black eyes.
She drew up her knees as close to her body as she could. Resting her folded arms up on top of them.