pcsitivevines:
Pythia sat comfortably in the quiet bar, carefully sipping her drink with a bendy straw between her scarf and her face covering.
It wasn’t the most effective way to drink hard cider, but she wasn’t about to walk all the way to the ladies’ room just to find an empty stall to chug it down without being seen.
Normally, she’d just drink from one of the boxes of wine sitting in her fridge, but she’d been trying to be more responsible with her alcohol intake. Which meant, in this instance, drinking in public rather than at home.
She was just starting on her third drink when the woman on the other side of the bar stirred. Had she been sleeping? Pythia just assumed she was deep in thought. She had heard enough horror stories about alcohol poisoning. An overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her.
She moved to the stool next to the stranger. “Hey, are you alright? D’you need some water or something?” Her voice was a bit muffled but she tried to speak clearly enough for the obviously inebriated woman to understand her.
Oh.. so the figure, in the odd clothing did speak, & wasn’t a figment of her imagination. It took her a while to process the sudden question. The definitive answer was no, because she was not ok. Both physically & mostly unseen mentally. Mentally, would depend on thought process. With an answer on her tongue, the woman couldn’t find it in herself to actually speak, afraid she would say something wrong, or stupid. Instead, she answered with a few blinks and a nod directed towards the figure, trying to confirm that she indeed was alright.. which was a blatant lie. And for the other question, maybe water was a good idea. Another nod in affirmation was signaled, hoping the stranger would actually be kind enough to do so..
