I'll drink to that!

[platinum-evil.livejournal.com]

[If there's something Raye likes more than bossing people around, this thing has to be drinking.

Sure, sure. Duck told her that those rooms were weird, but that bar seemed innocent enough, so, she wasn't going to pass it by.

The music coming from the speakers in that room was really soft. Sitting there and drinking for some time seemed just perfect.

It would even help her forget that it might take some time for her to see Donna again. Her Donna that is. Not the innocent one walking around the corridors of that building.

So she sat there, and after some shots of vodka with lots of ice, she's feeling kinda tipsy. She's even satisfied. So she lits up a cigarette, pouring more vodka in her glass and filling it with ice again.]



(( ooc: if you want a nice talk to her, that's the time. And, look! New avvies! Now you don't have to see my ugly face no more! ))

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[platinum-evil.livejournal.com]

[She looks down and finally notices the kid there. She likes kids. They are (usually) nice.]

Hey there kiddo! What you doing here?

[She smiles at him.]

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

[He smiles back.]

Hello, ma'am. I'm exploring. I don't got school here, and I wanna stay out of my mommy's hair. This place is very quiet.

[The Nexus has helped him get over a bit of his shyness around adults. He sees nothing wrong with wandering about.]

[platinum-evil.livejournal.com]

Ah, it's good to stay away from your parents from time to time.

[She knows. She used to do that a lot when she was a little girl.]

So, are you thirsty? Do you want me to grab you a soda or something?

[She doesn't even know if that place has non-alcoholic stuff, but she's trying to be nice. Maybe it would be good for her.]

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

That would be nice. The glasses here are pretty, I don't wanna break them.

[John thinks she is quite nice. He likes her already. :3]

[platinum-evil.livejournal.com]

Alright then!

[She gets up from her seat, her steps are slightly uneven due to her drunken state byt she manages to get to the fridge with the drinks. A quick scan of the inside of it revealed that the place indeed had non-alcoholic stuff.

She grabs a can of soda and closes the door of the fridge, grabbing a nice glass on her way back to her stool.]

Here dear... [She says, opening the can and pouring the soda inside the glass, handing it to the little kid.]