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[dinnerfor1_girl]

There were very few occasions that Sally would get absolutely rivetingly horribly drunk for. Apparently losing Margot was one of them. She had a full bottle of wine at her disposal, wheedled from some man-faced lesbian (or maybe some waxy-faced bloke, but the important thing was that she had a glass), and she had Margot's cigarettes splayed out and

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[eggman_henry]

Henry heard the familiar voice as he entered the Hub before he saw Sally, and his brow furrowed slightly as he went over to where she was attempting to milk the last drops out of a bottle of wine.

"Hey, Sally," he greeted with a smile that was friendly if a tad concerned. It wasn't the drinking he had an issue with, it was the manner in which she was going about, like she was on a mission.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally looked up with brightened eyes, clambering to get onto her chair and stand tall above him, even if she was swaying slightly and possibly wasn't at her most graceful. "Henry!" she said excitedly, gesturing with her hands to coax him closer. "Come here and tell the nice wine bottle that I'm very happy being single and it should stop telling me to get married in my mother's voice."

[eggman_henry]

His expression relaxed a little as he extended a hand to her, almost moving towards amusement, but not quite. "I'll make you a deal," he said, looking up at her; looking up at someone was something that was kind of unusual for him in general, given his height. "You come on down off that chair and back on solid ground, and I'll sing your praises to the nice wine bottle all night, how would that be?"

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally eyed him carefully and allowed a slight bit of conciliation as she gingerly stepped down off the chair and extended both hands to him, as if she could encourage just a little more touching by the moment. "You could just sit here and be attractive, too. That is a good option as far as I'm concerned."

[usethecompany]

Though not frequented enough to be referred to as a haunt of one Archie Kennedy, the Hub provided something like a familiar respite for the landlocked sailor. Many a tale could be told, of himself and men like him, who traveled from port to port all over the globe only to drink them dry and leave their mark. Mr. Jones' stores were of course safe as Archie had no reason to indulge quite so liberally, except on the more special of occasions, but Archie did make a fairly regular appearance in the place when he was in the vicinity. Today being the end of a school day, he was in such a position, and had returned to the bar counter for a refill on his drink when he noted the woman berating what appeared to be a bottle.

He had thought for a moment that the diatribe had been intended for himself, but he was neither sitting nor had any idea as to what she was referring and so quickly discounted the thought. "Excuse me, miss," Archie began, innocently enough. "Might I ask.. are you quite alright?"

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally peered up from studying the cigarettes and wondering if she should start to smoke them or possibly berate them for not being more supportive of her in life. "I'm drunk and upset," she said, the latter word drawn out into approximately seven consonants. "Very upset. You see, my friend vanished. And she took with her all the sense that I might have gotten from a conversation with her."

[usethecompany]

Ah, the loss of a friend. Archie wondered sometimes which was worse: losing a friend to death or to the whims of the island. At the very least, his cheerful heart told him, they were sure to live on for some time in some place removed from here, and though that might be a trial it was still life. That was worth something. But somehow it seemed to hurt more, losing in that way, than death would.

"That's very unfortunate," he said, his feeling sincere. Though she was very drunk and likely wouldn't remember his sympathy, she would receive it nonetheless. "I am sorry for your loss. Perhaps, in time, you'll find someone else with sense as much as she."

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"Everyone else seems to be so fun and easygoing," Sally sighed out her complaint as she pressed her palms flat upon the tabletop and stared up at the puppy-like man plaintively. "And what would you understand? Look at you, cute as a puppy and with a puppy's tail for a face, all waggy. You probably have sense coming out your ears. Sense and wagging tails."

[vvdanicavv]

The only reason Danica had been hanging around was to wait for the opportunity to slap Sally should she get too out of it. Not that Danica really needed a reason, but unprovoked attacks on drunken women tended to lead to said drunk woman hitting back and hair-pulling, according to various television shows she'd seen over the years. Part of Danica wanted to test it out and see just how true-to-life they really were.

"I hope you're drowning some kind of sorrows," she greeted, keeping a safe distance between her and Sally. In other words, she hoped someone was just as fucking miserable as she was.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally glanced up and through the vague haze, she saw something black. And slim. And she automatically hated it for being slim. "Margot," she explained. "Margot is gone, hence I'm choosing to blame this on the universe by getting absolutely and utterly wasted."

[vvdanicavv]

"I have no idea who that is," Danica replied, in such a way as to imply that she didn't care who it was either. While staring at Sally, her eyebrows suddenly quirked and she took a step closer, the hope barely hidden in her voice. She inclined towards her with every question. "Was she your friend? Are you sad? Are you going to cry?"

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"I'm not going to cry," she said with heavy disdain. "Unless I accidentally stab myself with the shards of a wine glass. Then I might see fit to shed a tear of incredible horrible pain," she conceded, giving Danica a long look. "Wouldn't you be upset if a friend disappeared suddenly?"