[ There is something strangely satisfying about their shared misery, neither of them choosing to end up in this place but still having to deal with it and everything involved. Freak storms, uncooperative bartenders, an oppressively unending night... It's not exactly what she'd thought the afterlife would be, that's for sure. ]
No, but I think fear and panic is pretty universally understood in any language.
[ He gets a pointed look then, almost challenging him to disagree before she takes another sip of her drink. A pause, and then she knocks back the rest in one large swallow. Then she leans over a bit to set the glass closer to the spirits before addressing them with: ]
Could I get another, please?
[ Manners are important, any good southern girl would tell you so. Even if she doesn't sound it, she was born and raised in Virginia and those rules of polite society are deeply ingrained. ]
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No, but I think fear and panic is pretty universally understood in any language.
[ He gets a pointed look then, almost challenging him to disagree before she takes another sip of her drink. A pause, and then she knocks back the rest in one large swallow. Then she leans over a bit to set the glass closer to the spirits before addressing them with: ]
Could I get another, please?
[ Manners are important, any good southern girl would tell you so. Even if she doesn't sound it, she was born and raised in Virginia and those rules of polite society are deeply ingrained. ]