Kate Beckett (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} katebex) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
Thanks to the database, Kate recognized her when she walked into the lounge. Marian, the woman who had also known a writer and had quite the tumultuous relationship with her husband. Stepping through the crowd, Kate first made her way to the bar and ordered her own drink, going for something simple and not as likely to give her a hangover the next day. Tequila was the sort of drink that she'd choose on a night where she wanted to get hammered, and while she had given into that temptation early on in her arrival on the Enterprise, Kate was doing her best to steer clear.
No matter where or when she was, the shadow of her father's slow fall into alcoholism and the years and extremes it took to pull himself out of that addiction was always there, reminding her of how easy it would be to fall into the same pattern.
With her scotch, poured neat, in hand, she crossed the room again, picking the seat opposite Marian and raising her glass in a toast, giving the other woman a smile. Now that she was closer, she could see the tequila in her glass. Another reminder of their earlier conversation. "We haven't formally met, but I'm Kate. Kate Beckett."