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Saturday May 30th 2009
Who: Lily and Fox
What: Drinkin'
Where: Some dive bar
When: Evening
Rating: TBD
George Thorogood was playing tinnily on the shitty jukebox, blaring almost too loud to be coherent. It was giving Lily a headache, but then again, that could have been from all the whiskey. She didn't even like whiskey, but when you went to a honky-tonk bar with a loud jukebox playing terrible music, that was what you used to drown your sorrows. She wasn't entirely sure what she was trying to drown away, though. Finn was leaving, sure, but he was only going for a few months. He'd come back eventually. And Rez wasn't really gone gone, he was just with his new happy family and all his new babies and shit. And Lily didn't even have Lyle to fall back on because he had gone home to deal with his dad's death. Just another something to drink about.
There were seven shotglasses sitting at her table, and the waitress brought over another for her with a wary smile on her face. Lily nodded, tossed it back, and swallowed grimly. Her stomach had been empty to begin with, so already she could feel the heavy effects of the alcohol. The room suddenly spun on her, and she grabbed the table to stay upright, then rested her forehead onto it. This wouldn't be the first time she'd passed out in a bar, and it wouldn't be the last.
( She didn't look like she wanted company, but it didn't hurt to ask. )
What: Drinkin'
Where: Some dive bar
When: Evening
Rating: TBD
George Thorogood was playing tinnily on the shitty jukebox, blaring almost too loud to be coherent. It was giving Lily a headache, but then again, that could have been from all the whiskey. She didn't even like whiskey, but when you went to a honky-tonk bar with a loud jukebox playing terrible music, that was what you used to drown your sorrows. She wasn't entirely sure what she was trying to drown away, though. Finn was leaving, sure, but he was only going for a few months. He'd come back eventually. And Rez wasn't really gone gone, he was just with his new happy family and all his new babies and shit. And Lily didn't even have Lyle to fall back on because he had gone home to deal with his dad's death. Just another something to drink about.
There were seven shotglasses sitting at her table, and the waitress brought over another for her with a wary smile on her face. Lily nodded, tossed it back, and swallowed grimly. Her stomach had been empty to begin with, so already she could feel the heavy effects of the alcohol. The room suddenly spun on her, and she grabbed the table to stay upright, then rested her forehead onto it. This wouldn't be the first time she'd passed out in a bar, and it wouldn't be the last.
( She didn't look like she wanted company, but it didn't hurt to ask. )