( Let's get something straight right now, Hotspur: She said drinking. Not celebrating. Maybe she just wants to get shitfaced and forget that she's halfway through her thirties, or that her last two birthdays have involved a multidimensional hellcity.
But whatever the case, there's booze involved, so she texts him a time to meet at the Speakeasy, and is there just on time as well - running in from the shore, halfway through pulling her hair out of its bun and grimacing as the bobble goes flying across the street.
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But whatever the case, there's booze involved, so she texts him a time to meet at the Speakeasy, and is there just on time as well - running in from the shore, halfway through pulling her hair out of its bun and grimacing as the bobble goes flying across the street.
Well, fuck. )
Better not ask how old I am.