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Just one won't hurt, right?
Characters: Drea and Cassandra
Setting: The bar, tempting fate
Warnings: Harsh language, sex talk, death talk
This would be quite a test of how far she'd come, Drea thought as she entered the bar. How would she know if she'd beaten her addiction if she didn't test herself? One would be fine. She was a big girl. And besides, with everything she'd been through in the past couple of years, didn't she deserve a little relaxation? It wasn't like she was going to be driving anything besides her chair anyways.
So much justification was going through her mind as she looked around, unsure how to proceed. Did someone act as a bartender, or did she just go behind the counter and grab something? If that was the procedure, that was going to be a problem. The entryway behind the bar was just a little too narrow for her to get through. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she didn't need a drink after all. Maybe someone would come along to give her a hand. There were already a few people here, including the girl she'd been talking to over the computers lately. But she seemed in a conversation already, so maybe she'd bug her later.
Setting: The bar, tempting fate
Warnings: Harsh language, sex talk, death talk
This would be quite a test of how far she'd come, Drea thought as she entered the bar. How would she know if she'd beaten her addiction if she didn't test herself? One would be fine. She was a big girl. And besides, with everything she'd been through in the past couple of years, didn't she deserve a little relaxation? It wasn't like she was going to be driving anything besides her chair anyways.
So much justification was going through her mind as she looked around, unsure how to proceed. Did someone act as a bartender, or did she just go behind the counter and grab something? If that was the procedure, that was going to be a problem. The entryway behind the bar was just a little too narrow for her to get through. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she didn't need a drink after all. Maybe someone would come along to give her a hand. There were already a few people here, including the girl she'd been talking to over the computers lately. But she seemed in a conversation already, so maybe she'd bug her later.