RP: This requires a drink. Date: April 6, 2003 Characters: Penelope Clearwater (open to select characters; they know who they are *snicker*) Setting: The World’s End Pub Content: TBD Status: Open : Public
Penelope's fellow Unspeakable's had avoided her - wisely - all day. She was in a mood and losing herself in her research hadn't help, so she'd holed herself up in her office with every scrap of information she'd been able to get from Command Center about the Portal and had probably read it through four times by now. By seven o'clock she was sitting with her head in her hands, knowing she was missing something but unable to see through her mood to whatever it was.
Yeah. This problem required a drink. A strong one. Poured by Lisa and handed over without judgement. And so Penelope found herself storming through the Unspeakables' offices and out of the Command Center to apparate with a neat pop to the space just in front of the World's End Pub.
"Lovely, I'll have a firewhiskey, a double." Lisa gave her a knowing grin and handed over the drink without a word. Pen watched her punch some things into her datapad, assuming the tiny girl was starting a tab, and then Lisa's curls bounced away to someone else calling for the barmaid and a fresh pint.
Staring at the glass, Pen willed it to give her the answers she needed. For both the Portal and the mood before taking the burning liquid down in one fell swig. She held the glass up for Lisa's attention and another one. Yes, here were her answers, she was sure.