week zero killed our disco lights.

[toesies]

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[callmemeg]

[ looks at the lights. looks at her hand tattoo. wrinkles her nose. ]

Are you telling me I match the decor? Ugh. Tacky.

[toesies]

[She looks at Meg's tattoo and wrinkles her nose, too.]

Ooh... And I'm wearing complimentary colors, so that's not great, either. Wanna scoot?

[callmemeg]

Well, it's one way to get me to indulge.

[ she! hates this! ]

If this is what we're going to be dealing with all night, I'm going to need a glass of wine. Maybe three, so I can really drown my sorrows.

[ is she being sarcastic




tbd ]

[toesies]

[She gestures at the bar, which is also bathed in creepy blue lights.]

I don't think anyone would stop you. In fact, they might just join you.

[callmemeg]

And where do you fall on that scale?

[ she asks, but does not wait for an answer. off to the bar! ]

[toesies]

Guess.

[She says this, but she is also shimmying over to the bar.]

[callmemeg]

Mm, I knew I liked you for a reason.

[ meg has just decided this now, as she goes behind the bar to fish out a couple of glasses. ]

So! What's your poison, then?

[toesies]

Aw, thanks. I like you, too.

[The drinks on display get a cursory glance before she settles for:]

I wouldn't say no to tequila.

[callmemeg]

[ i'm gonna say meg knows what tequila is now and save us both the trouble. she'll just go ahead and pour them both a shot and slide one over to sheila. the wine can come later. ]

Bottom's up.