003; the play's the thing.

[kirk_it]

[All things considered, Jim really deserves to sit in the bar on the plane and drink until she can't remember her own name, and then wake up tomorrow wishing she was dead

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[lamb_of_gold]

The occasion is rare when alcohol solves anything.

[kirk_it]

Maybe.

But I find the occasion is rarer when pointing it out changes anything.

[lamb_of_gold]

Force of habit.

[kirk_it]

[She just nods a little, and maybe even raises her glass in an ironic half-salute before bringing it to her lips again.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He smirks, and moves behind the bar.]

And what, pray tell are you trying to solve?

[kirk_it]

[She grimaces a little. RUDE.] I'm afraid that's classified.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Eh, he's blunt like that]

Fair enough.

[kirk_it]

What are you here for?

[lamb_of_gold]

Company at home is somewhat scarce at the moment.

[kirk_it]

So you chose the company of drunks?

[Herself not in that category (yet), but still.]

[lamb_of_gold]

There's far worse to be had.

[kirk_it]

There are at that.

[lamb_of_gold]

[He roots around the drink selection - despite this being a bar, there's usually something non-alcoholic. His movements are still a bit clumsier than they ought to be, but he does emerge victorious with a bottle of Ginger beer.]

My, I'ven't had this since I was a child.

[kirk_it]

How is it?

[That would be 'my, I haven't had that since birth'.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He pops the cap open with his bare hands, and sniffs at the fizz inside, smiling a small bit, then he offers her the bottle]

Flavourful.

[kirk_it]

[She takes a sip and makes a thoughtful face, then offers it back.] Not bad.