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George Lass aka Millie Hager (notgivingashit) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-03 14:02:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 06, george lass, location: gas station, open, sid jenkins

Day 6 - Late morning
Who: George and OTA
What: Some kind of breakfast?
When: Day Six, about 11am
Where: Gas Station/Convenience Store
Rating: PG
Status: Active

What a wonderful awakening. In the style of George Lass, this was thought with pure sarcasm and a shit-eating grin while she walked, hands in her coat pockets, from the thrift store to the gas station. She'd gone to pick up a scarf, a beanie hat and some ear-muffs to add to her recently put together outfit, also courtesy of the Doctor. Well, the coat, anyway. It was cold as hell, and her sneakers were letting the snow in now. She'd need new socks soon.

For now, she was just hungry and thirsty, mildly feeling like she had a hangover without the drinking, and she needed some food as soon as possible. Hence why she had just walked into the convenience store, briefly noticing that the guys who usually stood outside weren't there - maybe even they couldn't face the cold morning, or maybe they just weren't morning people.

Non-perishable food meant not much choice at all, so George picked a bagel, an individual chocolate pudding and a cereal bar; then, some Mountain Dew-like generic thing she hoped wouldn't taste like shit. It would have to do. Rather than going back outside and walking all the way to the theater before eating, George set her stuff on the counter and then jumped up to sit on top of it. Not like the clerks would mind, after all.

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emo_underdog
2009-05-03 04:00 pm UTC (link)

Nodding, Sid went on drinking the pudding. So then, there were at least three of them from 2008. He wasn't sure when Logan was from, but he got the impression that Anders was from the future. Or else the past, now that he thought of it. "Right..." he said thoughtfully, smiling slightly.

Sid made a face. "What?" he asked. "No...I'm eighteen," he said. He was well over the drinking age where he came from. And, on top of it, was definitely at the legal drinking age for drinking without a parent present. "Is the drinking age different in America, then?"

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notgivingashit
2009-05-03 04:16 pm UTC (link)

George looked around for a place to sit, and in finding none she decided on the counter again.

She knew next to nothing about British drinking age laws, but apparently, they were lucky enough to be able to drink the same year they were able to die for their country; which was more than she could say for herself and other Americans.

"Yep. Twenty-one. But most of us don't really care." She said, winking with a smirk on the corner of her mouth.

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