[She just needs the opportunity to breathe, and thirst is a legitimate excuse so she takes it. Her pulse is racing, and it takes a while for her to calm down. She sheds her jacket on the way into the kitchen area, leaves it draped over the back of a chair.
When she opens the fridge, she notes the presence of beer in there, and decides that's better than coke right now. It feels oddly appropriate, after all. People drink to calm the fuck down sometimes, and it doesn't mean they're going to reach for the bottle every single time. (She is not her mother, she remembers this.)
Two beers in one hand, and the chocolate bar in another, she comes back.
Walks over to find him opening the window, and lets out a low whistle.] You've got a nice view here. [As if she wouldn't appreciate falling asleep with the stars above.]
no subject
When she opens the fridge, she notes the presence of beer in there, and decides that's better than coke right now. It feels oddly appropriate, after all. People drink to calm the fuck down sometimes, and it doesn't mean they're going to reach for the bottle every single time. (She is not her mother, she remembers this.)
Two beers in one hand, and the chocolate bar in another, she comes back.
Walks over to find him opening the window, and lets out a low whistle.] You've got a nice view here. [As if she wouldn't appreciate falling asleep with the stars above.]