Ordinarily, Éponine wouldn't share her stash of booze with anyone, but this week was messing with her already shaky at best sense of judgment. (Case in point: she was here, despite knowing what this week did to people.)
But it was one of those weeks, and so here she was with four bottles in her arms -- a couple of different kinds of whiskey, gin, and peach schnapps. Full ones, even, not any of the dozen open ones she had at home. She actually did have several layers on under the coat that was buttoned up tight, though; pollen or not, she'd spent enough winters barefoot and barely clothed that she never wanted to do it again.
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Re: Arrive/Mingle
Date: 2015-02-19 04:13 pm (UTC)But it was one of those weeks, and so here she was with four bottles in her arms -- a couple of different kinds of whiskey, gin, and peach schnapps. Full ones, even, not any of the dozen open ones she had at home. She actually did have several layers on under the coat that was buttoned up tight, though; pollen or not, she'd spent enough winters barefoot and barely clothed that she never wanted to do it again.