@danny-logan
“Alright,” A Big Cs bag hits the counter followed by a glass bottle, placed with just a bit more care. “I’ve got three flavors of Gatorade and lower-midshelf tequila. To give this a fighting chance.” They grin conspiratorially. They thought it would work. Mostly. Maybe. Theoretically.
Okay, maybe they were just in this for the meme. And the bonding opportunity. They definitely felt a bit the odd one out in the group, and, surprisingly, they kind of wanted to fix that.
Freddie took a second to look around the space. They’d never been to Danny’s place before; they’d only really just met after all. But he’d wanted the utmost secrecy, so this really seemed like the only place to do it. Besides it was only fair, given how much time he spent over at theirs. Not that Freddie ever spent too much time in the shared spaces, but like, in principal.
“So, if they’re good, you’ll add the Gatorita to the pub’s menu, right?” They may be teasing, but their enthusiasm is genuine. “You could do like, a whole rainbow flight!”
