When it feels like a kick in the teeth, I could take it~
[One would think that after a previous experiences, they would know that it is a bad idea to chase a headache down with a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. Would'as, could'as, should'as, and all that. But there is something about the not-quite-thereness of being warm, toasted, that is at least a little comforting.]
[The bar is empty, save for the tables wiped clean. Even the barkeep is gone. It's just Kanda, and she's sprawled out over the bar, her coat in a bunched, makeshift pillow under her head.]
[Stupid missions. Stupid Daisya. Stupid Rabbit, and Beansprout.]
[Thankfully, she hasn't gotten too far down into the bottle, not enough to be so trashed that she can't walk straight. But damn if the bar isn't comfortable, and she might just end up staying here, so long as no one else comes in to bother.]
[The bar is empty, save for the tables wiped clean. Even the barkeep is gone. It's just Kanda, and she's sprawled out over the bar, her coat in a bunched, makeshift pillow under her head.]
[Stupid missions. Stupid Daisya. Stupid Rabbit, and Beansprout.]
[Thankfully, she hasn't gotten too far down into the bottle, not enough to be so trashed that she can't walk straight. But damn if the bar isn't comfortable, and she might just end up staying here, so long as no one else comes in to bother.]