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[the_lure]

Were it not for the con, Stacie Monroe could have easily been an actress

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[easiertohate]

The Hub was one of the few places that Ros frequented. It wasn't that she was that fond of the alcohol here, in fact she tried to limit how much she drank. But it was the sort of place that even in its strangeness, was familiar. Trying to not catch the eye of the upset looking woman at the bar, Ros instead asked the woman working for a beer. Leaning in against the counter, her shoulders straight and stiff she couldn't not notice the way she fidgeted with her ring, taking in all sorts of details without even meaning to. Training was the last thing to go, even in this place.

[the_lure]

While she doesn't much want to draw attention to herself, it wouldn't be too beneficial to go unnoticed, either, and so at the sound of another voice -- she'd already noticed the woman, of course, but she doesn't let that on, of course -- she turns her head slightly, frown still fixed on her face. "I've better, if you'd like," she offers, gesturing with a flick of her wrist towards the bottle. "A 'gift from the island,' if you will." The sarcasm is heavy in her voice, the line too perfect an opportunity to pass up. "It giveth, and it taketh away."

[easiertohate]

It was exactly what she hadn't wanted to happen. She hadn't wanted to get drawn into some random woman's petty drama. Of course, at least she wasn't American, Ros could be grateful for that, and the promise of actual alcohol rather than what they passed off for it in this place was another plus.

"Oh I don't know, this place isn't so bad some of the time," she said dryly, "I could think of worse situations to be in."

[the_lure]

"Isn't so bad when your husband's not disappearing," she counters, her voice airy, almost unfocused -- like she's been drinking without being drunk. "Of course, when that does happen..." She sighs, running a hand back through her hair, loose and slightly tousled. "Couldn't. Be. Worse."

[ash_threesocks]

Ash is watching her and he's been working on something of a script for his next show, but Stace comes before work. His adopted family always has and always will and he slides closer to her, picking up the ring and giving it a spin. "It's good quality, y'know," he observes.

[the_lure]

"What, the ring?" Stacie asks, still sounding distracted, even forlorn. The last thing they need is to get found out like this, after all. "It is nice. Alcohol's not bad, either. It'll be a shame when this runs out." She's glad to have saved what came in the minibar all these months, though. At times like this, it completes the picture, as it were.

[ash_threesocks]

"The ring, yeah," Ash concurs, opening his palm flatly as if to ask for it. "Alcohol is a necessity, so I figure. How long until it's all gone and there's slumming it with everyone else?" It's not that the Island stuff's not good, it's just that it's what everyone else drinks.

And they have never been 'everyone else'.

[the_lure]

"Oh, there's still a few bottles left," Stacie replies with a shrug, sipping her drink as if on cue. "So long as we save it, we can make it last." Still all in character, she gives the ring a long look, twisting it on her finger before, finally, she slides it off, looking as reluctant as she can to hand it to Ash. "We ought to save it," she adds, a good deal more hushed. "Could come in useful again."