[for Sally]

Nov 22, 2009 10:33

For the most part, Margot didn't mind her roommate. One was easier to avoid than the half-dozen she'd had to deal with at any one time in the crash room. But, occasionally, they did run into each other, and when they did, Margot got along well with her. She appreciated Sally's attitude - she was the kind of woman Margot could respect - and, above all, she appreciated the fact that she did not pry into her business.

For Margot wasn't the most sociable or forthcoming of women. She was polite, but uncommunicative; a common complaint of those that knew her. It was why she hadn't had very many friends outside her family back home. For one reason or other, however, she felt a little more well-disposed towards Sally Harper, and it was why she brought a bottle of palm wine back to the room that night.

In the absence of decent cigarettes, there was at least alcohol. Though that was arguably indecent as well.

Margot's excuse for bringing it in the first place was that she would have drunk it herself even if Sally hadn't been there. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), she was.

"I hear it's vile, but strong," she began conversationally - or as conversationally as Margot ever got. She held up two glasses, an eyebrow raised.

sally harper

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