the girl that chased the rabbit, drank the wine and took the pill (OTA)
Ramona wasn't that big of a drinker (well, no more than any other 24 year old?), but with all the stuff that she'd been trying to process since she'd popped out of the wrong subspace portal, the appeal of something frosty and tequila filled was a little hard to resist.
So, she'd popped into a bar. A bar that she'd cleverly deduced was both a gay and a straight bar (In & Out. Cute. Really. Clever.), but Ramona wasn't one of those 'let's freak out over labels!' people and had just plopped down at a random table, ordered a margarita and started flipping through the brochures from the Welcome Center. Some of it was just freakin' common sense (Oh, you need a job. Fucking duh), but some of them were actually kinda funny. Like explaining indoor plumbing to people that were used to digging a hole and wiping with a leaf, and the whole 'The Telephone Is Not Possessed By Satan So Don't Stab It' spiel was just awesome.
Or maybe it was only so funny because of the tequila.
Ah, fuck it. Snickering to herself, Ramona ordered another margarita and settled back comfortably in her booth, content to be buzzed and people watch for a while, until she had to try and get herself productively employed like a friggin' adult, and all that crap.
Still...no Gideon, no stupid League of Evil Exes? There were worse places to be.
So, she'd popped into a bar. A bar that she'd cleverly deduced was both a gay and a straight bar (In & Out. Cute. Really. Clever.), but Ramona wasn't one of those 'let's freak out over labels!' people and had just plopped down at a random table, ordered a margarita and started flipping through the brochures from the Welcome Center. Some of it was just freakin' common sense (Oh, you need a job. Fucking duh), but some of them were actually kinda funny. Like explaining indoor plumbing to people that were used to digging a hole and wiping with a leaf, and the whole 'The Telephone Is Not Possessed By Satan So Don't Stab It' spiel was just awesome.
Or maybe it was only so funny because of the tequila.
Ah, fuck it. Snickering to herself, Ramona ordered another margarita and settled back comfortably in her booth, content to be buzzed and people watch for a while, until she had to try and get herself productively employed like a friggin' adult, and all that crap.
Still...no Gideon, no stupid League of Evil Exes? There were worse places to be.