Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
"What am I the mood for?" Natalie repeated, lifting an eyebrow and grinning as she spread out across the plush booth. She ran her tie through her fingers as she considered it. Beer was her standby in the pub and at the club something more fun, but she thought a classy place deserved something classier. "Surprise me?" It was easier than trying to think of a drink herself anyway.