“Kinda hard to imagine not feeling it,” said Rhiannon. “It’s like…” she twirled a finger at her nape, “Like that shiver you get when you hear a dentist drill on a tooth, or when you feel your fingernail bending backwards. Take your pick.” And every once in a while, she got the smallest whiff of smoke, perhaps a real air quality problem only masked by the renovations, but maybe… just maybe… it wafted on the air through a mystical window into times past.
“However,” she announced, lifting her glass, “They don’t skimp on the liquor, so I could learn to like it.” She gulped a few swallows. She was thirsty and not just for water or booze. It was what brought her to the city’s most darkly infamous location. Aside from the scuffle with Vehicular Manslaughter, she was sorely short on slayage.
“You’re not here by yourself, are you?” she asked, a spike of worry coming to mind as she considered the situation: Pretty girl around Rhiannon’s same age hanging out in a crime-infested bar by herself. Could be rife for disaster.
Nevermind what a hypocritical question it would seem.
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on 2013-09-06 10:30 pm (UTC)“However,” she announced, lifting her glass, “They don’t skimp on the liquor, so I could learn to like it.” She gulped a few swallows. She was thirsty and not just for water or booze. It was what brought her to the city’s most darkly infamous location. Aside from the scuffle with Vehicular Manslaughter, she was sorely short on slayage.
“You’re not here by yourself, are you?” she asked, a spike of worry coming to mind as she considered the situation: Pretty girl around Rhiannon’s same age hanging out in a crime-infested bar by herself. Could be rife for disaster.
Nevermind what a hypocritical question it would seem.