After a long day of helping the decursers, Edward decided to be his own version of “supportive” and set up a makeshift bar in the Dining Hall. It was just him bartending behind the counter, since the kitchen was closed it was just him using whatever liquor he had and giving booze to anyone who came up for free. “Never been much of a talker,” he said to the person approaching, placing an empty glass on the counter for them. “But alcohol’s good for some things. What can I get you?”
Marcus considered whether it was a good idea to be drinking now. Most of him complied, feeling like he needed a break, they all did, but there was still leftover work to do... “Neither am I.” Thank god. He took solace in knowing there were others that disliked saying too much. “Any chance of a cider?”Â









