Abby was desperate for some water, the last drink she'd been given had tasted something like rocket fuel, and she was pretty sure it hadn't been out of a bottle from the bar. She managed to get through to the bar and apologised to the cowgirl she bumped into. "Sorry, just need some water," she said, getting her elbows onto the bar. Her pirate outfit was pretty much still intact, the bandana around her head only slightly askance.
"Can I just get some water?" she asked the barmaid, "mouth tastes like shit," she added, though no explanation was needed. "Fuckin' asshole gave me some shit that tasted like homebrew," she said, her head spinning a little and her elbows spreading out a little to stop her from swaying.
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on 2013-11-07 06:12 am (UTC)"Can I just get some water?" she asked the barmaid, "mouth tastes like shit," she added, though no explanation was needed. "Fuckin' asshole gave me some shit that tasted like homebrew," she said, her head spinning a little and her elbows spreading out a little to stop her from swaying.