Happy Hour!

[protecthefuture]

Sarah was still worried about her son. Not that she didn't think he couldn't take care of himself. Not with Derek and Tin Girl around. He could. Even if he was a bit more... well, there had just been a lot to happen. Heading downstairs from her room, she walked over to Bar to get a drink and ended up with a little note beside it. Raising a brow at

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[subject_lj_here]

"Which... has the least amount of alcohol?"

She kind of needs it right now. Or something.

If nothing else, they can share their mutual hatred of AIs and robots?

[protecthefuture]

"Least amount of alcohol... probably the pain killer. It's got less than the other three."

Not that she's really paying attention to how much is in any of them. And perhaps, though she's never spoken of the Terminators openly.

[subject_lj_here]

"Can I... can I have one of those, please? It's been... a long week."

[protecthefuture]

She nods and makes up a pain killer before setting the glass down in front of the person. "Here you go."

[tanyadams]

Tanya, in her usual half-uniform (BDU pants and boots, black tank top) gets onto a stool, letting out a sigh. "Apple schnapps, with ice." None of the specials spike her interest, not even in joking.

[protecthefuture]

Specials don't always catch a person's attention. Sometimes they're not meant to. Not even ones that pertain to a person's own personal memories. She gives a nod and places the drink down in front of her. Though it's the BDUs and just how she's dressed that catches her attention.

After all, she's known quite a few military men in her life.

[tanyadams]

"Thanks." She downs half of it, sighs.

...

...

"Tanya." Now the woman feels a bit social.

[protecthefuture]

"No problem."

It's alright. Really.

She's not a social creature either.

"Sarah."