Who: Merritt McKinney and OPEN. What: Merritt needs alcohol. Where: The Rabbit Hole. When: Monday, September 30. Evening. Rating: TBD. Status: In Progress/OPEN
Merritt was not having too tough of a time adjusting to Storybrooke, Maine. Yes, it was a small town that he'd never heard of. A small town in which he knew he would never visit again once he managed to leave. But given the fact that no one seemed to know how to get out of this God forsaken town, Merritt was becoming slightly more acceptant of Storybrooke.
He knew that there was definitely one way in which he would become more accepting of Storybrooke, and that was visiting one of the bars that he was told happened to be in the town. Alcohol always made things better, at least in Merritt's opinion. He wasn't an alcoholic, not in the slightest. But he was known to enjoy a good, strong drink every now and then. And being in the boonies of Maine seemed to be as good a reason as any to go drinking. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea of drinking alone, but that wasn't going to stop him from doing so in Storybrooke.
He didn't know anyone here, after all. So why not? He found his way to The Rabbit Hole quite easily (it was Small Town, USA, after all). His nose wrinkled slightly when he stepped into the bar. It definitely was a hole-in-the-wall of a bar, and nothing he generally frequented at hom. But he could handle anything. Especially with the right amount of alcohol in his system.