six :: journal/Lux

[i_got_this]

[So she'd heard about people getting sent home, just disappearing one day, nameplate wiped clean, room set back as if it had never happened. Finding out about Haymitch had been a blow South wasn't expecting.]

[She hadn't realized it until now, but he'd been plugging up the hole that existed since North wasn't there, and once again she found herself hollow and raw.]

[She decided to plug that hole with alcohol, in his memory,to dull the loss, whatever. She's parked herself at the Lux, flipped open the journal, and is well prepared to get shitfaced.]

Favorite alcoholic drinks; go. [Yes, she intends on trying all of whatever is suggested.]

Comments

[not_like_the_rest]

Whatever has the highest proof is best, but try an Orgasm. It's equal parts Kahlua, Bailey's and Amaretto.

[i_got_this]

[Okay, hurt as she feels right now, she can't help a little chuckle at that.] An Orgasm? Thanks, but I already had a few of those not to long ago.

[Compliments Ezio]

[assassino]

[



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[not_like_the_rest]

[How funny, Johanna did the same thing.]

Really? Me too.

[i_got_this]

Yeah? Congratulations. [Yeah, you know what, she's not getting any drunker yet, she's going to wave down the bartender and try it anyway.]

Not bad. I think I like something a little stronger, though. [She's got a lot of hurt to drown right now.]

[not_like_the_rest]

[Laughs.] A little romp now and then is good for you.

Ask for wild turkey then.

[onlyanapple]

Wine's always pleasant if you're in it for the long haul of an evening. But if you're looking to get utterly blotto, then neat whiskey is the way to go.

[i_got_this]

'Utterly blotto'? Where do you Brits come up with these things? [Skipping the wine and flagging down the poor bartender for a strong whiskey, neat, because 'utterly blotto' was just about what she was looking for.]

[onlyanapple]

Well, technically I'm not British, but we'll let that slide for now.

I suggest Jamesons

[i_got_this]

With words like utterly blotto it's hard to tell.

Whoops, I ordered Jack. I'll get Jameson's for the next round.

[onlyanapple]

I've just lived there for a long time.

Mixing American and Irish? For shame. Tsk tsk.

[squirrelhunter]

If y'ain't tried Wild Turkey 101, y'ain't gettin' drunk properly.

[Hi, South. Meet Paradisa's resident redneck.]

[i_got_this]

Good thing I already tried it. [She's making a face because it wasn't exactly smooth.] Maybe I'll give it another try a few more drinks down the line.

[squirrelhunter]

[Fuck smooth. :|]

If y'aim is t'get pissed, ain't nothin' like a good throat-burner.

[i_got_this]

Yeah, and what if I still want to talk in the morning?

[Well and she's already packed a way a bit tonight, her logic may be on the edge of leaving.]

[squirrelhunter]

Talkin's over-fuckin'-rated.

[shepherdsveritas]

Can't go wrong with Guinness or a shot've Jamesons.

[i_got_this]

How about BOTH AT ONCE! Barkeep! Makeitso! [Turning the journal around and showing hte bartender Connor's suggestions.]

[Safe to say she's had a bit before this already]

[shepherdsveritas]

[he cracks up]

I like yer fuckin' style. Want some company?

[i_got_this]

Sure. Why the hell not.

[shepherdsveritas]

Where are ya?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

What's the goal? Get ideas to get wasted as fast as possible?

Or are you just wondering?

[i_got_this]

What'dyou think?

[Should be pretty obvious.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Mind saying why you're doing a nice impression of me more than a few times here?

[i_got_this]

[Slight pause, but fortunately for Wash, booze has totally loosened her inhibitions about keeping quiet.]

[Softly, obviously this fact bothers her,] Haymitch disappeared. Went home. Whatever.