An International Incident
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birthright_rpgOne thing Julianna liked about having her own apartment was that now she could do her drinking in private. Bars and cocktail lounges were fine, but like hotels they weren't supposed to be permanent haunts. She could fix her drinks at home, which meant she could pour them to a strength she was comfortable with.
The liquor store nearest to her complex didn't carry her brand of vodka, so she made the drive across town to another establishment. Fall was definitely in the air. The new semester of teaching had just begun. Her current crop of students looked promising.
The Englishwoman inspected the labels of the bottle on the shelf, made her way down the narrow aisle. One bottle, not two. She didn't want to give the man at the counter the wrong impression.
The liquor store nearest to her complex didn't carry her brand of vodka, so she made the drive across town to another establishment. Fall was definitely in the air. The new semester of teaching had just begun. Her current crop of students looked promising.
The Englishwoman inspected the labels of the bottle on the shelf, made her way down the narrow aisle. One bottle, not two. She didn't want to give the man at the counter the wrong impression.