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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[poshmouthytart]

[And there's a woman sliding into the chair next to her at the bar, a woman who more than likely has the same goal of starting with one drink and who, likely, will have quite a few more. Alex's head is wrapped completely with a bandage and chances are drinking her own weight in wine is probably not a good idea considering those meds she's on in "reality," but see if that stops her.]

That toast for anything specific?

[kirk_it]

It is.

[...That gets an eyebrow raise, and a little bit of polite concern.]

Looks like your day might have been worse than mine.

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex responds to that with a dismissive smile; worse is definitely relative.]

Oh, it's not as bad as it seems. The doctor's keep saying the worst part is over, actually.

[She raises her own glass in a mock toast before taking a, well, pretty big sip.]

S how about a toast to the hope of improvement, then?

[kirk_it]

[Oh, completely. Still, people only tried to kill her, whereas it looks like someone got close to succeeding with Alex.]

Sounds good to me. [She clinks her glass against Alex's and downs the rest of it.]