( Sarissa follows, claims a spot next to Sarah, and commences easing off her shoes without making the effort of loosening the laces because fuck that. Her hands are too busy uncapping the bourbon, taking a hearty slug of it before passing the bottle to Sarah. )
Fuck.
( That is some... okay, it's probably better than the cheap stuff she gets on days full of self-loathing, but not by much. Then again, she is hardly ever one to buy top shelf, herself. )
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Fuck.
( That is some... okay, it's probably better than the cheap stuff she gets on days full of self-loathing, but not by much. Then again, she is hardly ever one to buy top shelf, herself. )