4 Apocalypse Avenue, the Apartment; Tuesday Morning.
To say that Charlotte was a little bit shocked when she came out into the kitchen to make some coffee and turned on the facet to find the water not exactly the color that water you'd want to drink should be would be an understatement. She turned it off quickly and tried again, and then let out a little groan in thinking that, already, the day was starting off on a low note, thinking she'd probably need to call someone in. But then she noticed that there was a certain aroma to it, not rust or sewage like she might have originally thought, but...
She reached for a glass and filled it; she took a tentative sniff. And then, against all common sense but quite ready to heave a second later, a tentative sip.
Yup, that was definitely rum.
"Oh," she said with a contemplative frown, "that cannot be good for the piping..."
[[ it was stuck in my brain, had to get it out. open if anyone wants to stop by, but especially so for that guy who probably stayed over last night, hum ]]
She reached for a glass and filled it; she took a tentative sniff. And then, against all common sense but quite ready to heave a second later, a tentative sip.
Yup, that was definitely rum.
"Oh," she said with a contemplative frown, "that cannot be good for the piping..."
[[ it was stuck in my brain, had to get it out. open if anyone wants to stop by, but especially so for that guy who probably stayed over last night, hum ]]