She needed a drink if this was going to happen. If she were being honest she needed a whole bottle. She didn't have a full bar like he did. Her bar was a cabinet in her kitchen with some bottles of her favorites. Normally she'd go for a mixer, but this was calling for a glass of straight scotch.
"I almost got bit twice. I got sent home." She answered him flatly as she poured her drink making sure her hair obscured her face.
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Date: 2011-09-19 09:33 pm (UTC)"I almost got bit twice. I got sent home." She answered him flatly as she poured her drink making sure her hair obscured her face.