[ it's possible that charles and karen have just been missing each other - after her car got gridlocked on her first day here, she's decided there can't be too much harm in taking advantage of the 'cleaner air' and quiet. though, in a way, the quiet has started to ware on her - reminds her a little too much of a home that isn't her's anymore, and a little too less on the place she misses the most. still- it is nice, in its own way, and she's been thoroughly appreciating the bar.
which is where she is now - dressed in one of the dresses she found in the huts and leaning over the bar to search through the options of bottles within reach. she smiles back to the man as he makes it over to her, friendly, and laughs a little when he mentions not knowing what a long island was. ]
It's a lot of alcohol- all mixed together. And when it's made well, it tastes pretty decent. But uh- yeah. [ she gestures, fondly, towards thomas helping another patron on the other end of the bar and shakes her head. it's obvious that she has either made herself welcome at this bar, or has been a near-frequent attendee here, with how familiarly she looks through the bottles, but she's not too too drunk (yet). instead, she's riding pretty well somewhere between tipsy and very much not.
his request has her perking up, shifting about a foot further down and leaning over again - making her selection out of a different area. ] Whiskey? Here- [ she plucks a three-quarters full handle of some decently expensive whiskey, looking at it for a moment before she nods and hands it to him. ] This is my favorite I've had so far. [ a beat, and then another smile - though this one is more joking, she's pleased with what she says next. ] On me.
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which is where she is now - dressed in one of the dresses she found in the huts and leaning over the bar to search through the options of bottles within reach. she smiles back to the man as he makes it over to her, friendly, and laughs a little when he mentions not knowing what a long island was. ]
It's a lot of alcohol- all mixed together. And when it's made well, it tastes pretty decent. But uh- yeah. [ she gestures, fondly, towards thomas helping another patron on the other end of the bar and shakes her head. it's obvious that she has either made herself welcome at this bar, or has been a near-frequent attendee here, with how familiarly she looks through the bottles, but she's not too too drunk (yet). instead, she's riding pretty well somewhere between tipsy and very much not.
his request has her perking up, shifting about a foot further down and leaning over again - making her selection out of a different area. ] Whiskey? Here- [ she plucks a three-quarters full handle of some decently expensive whiskey, looking at it for a moment before she nods and hands it to him. ] This is my favorite I've had so far. [ a beat, and then another smile - though this one is more joking, she's pleased with what she says next. ] On me.