Re: James and Gil
She suddenly found emotions of hope and dashed hope rising up inside of her. Maybe it was better not finding out just how real this memory might be recreated, not going up the stairs to possibly find her recollected version of New York.
"I think I need a strong one," she agreed to the suggestion of a drink. "This is a bit creepy, taking all of this from my memories."
She shivered slightly and crossed her arms so she could rub her upper arms distractedly. As she turned in the direction of the bar, a figure began to resolve there. The bartender whom she remembered quite well, having been a frequenter of the club.
"There you go, someone to serve drinks. I suppose we should find out if they actually taste like liquor."