Who: Jake and everyone who wanted to go to Mitchell's Where: Mitchell's What: Beer (and wine) O'clock When: Monday evening Rating: Sozzled. Status: WIP
Jake was back to carrying bottles in his hoodie pocket once more, since he currently needed both crutches to get around. Neytiri had decided against going to the bar, so Jake was on his own for the time being. The couple bottles of beer in his hoodie clinked against each other as he limped his way over to one of the corner booths - plenty of people could sit round the table, and he could still have enough room to put his leg up on a stool.
Once he was sorted, with his crutches propped up behind him and his beers on the table with one cracked open, he sat back as much as he could and drank about half the bottle in one swallow. And then he closed his eyes and tried to relax.