WHO: Summer Adams, Roger Davis and April Hereson WHEN: Sunday night WHERE: On the way back to the apartment buildings from the pub WHAT: An unexpected and unwelcome arrival RATING: High for language STATUS: In progress | Threaded
"Hey, you're the one who said you wanted to try that home brew," Summer laughed, twirling slightly as she skipped ahead of Roger a little, her fingers still laced with his, pulling him along after her. "It's not my fault it nearly burnt the lining off of your throat." It had taken Summer a few weeks and near constant weaning in order to manage to drink even a glass of the stuff without wheezing for about a minute from the sheer alcohol content. When Roger had told her to pour him a glass, she'd tried to warn him but he just hadn't listened, so it was his own fault, really, that he was now breathing out fumes rather than carbon dioxide.
She gave a little giggle, turning to face him again and walking along backwards, pulling him with her, a wide smile on her face. "You were really freaking cute, though, even when you were gasping for breath and I thought you were going to die..." Summer had enjoyed her evening spent hanging out with Roger in the pub. He didn't always come down when she was working - it was often the only time they had to spend apart - but she enjoyed it on the occasions when he did and tonight had been one of them. She'd been ready to go, though, when she'd finally grabbed her jacket, said goodbye to Mitchell and proceeded to drag Roger out of the pub and back towards the apartment building, wanting to get him back to herself again.