who: @survivalxofxthexfittest (oscar)
where: ruth's apartment, #305
when: april, post ashton-imprisonment
she pours the wine cooler into one of her mismatched glasses, making use of a case that's been sitting unopened for the better part of a month which is now free game. before she hadn't drank because she'd thought herself too important, her skills too invaluable to even risk the thought of a hangover. but now, there was a second doctor/nurse team who could take over this shift as it were.
"are you sure you don't want one?" she's frayed at the edges, unable to remember the duties of inviting someone into her apartment besides warning them time and time again about the mess. but they're neighbors, and they have more to talk about than the state of her blankets on the couch. "it's blue hawaiian." she showcases the label with a small sweeping gesture, as though she's displaying the best bottle in the wexley, not something neon blue and smelling faintly of sunscreen.
"sorry, i don't have much else." she didn't elaborate on the point, the explanation stood self-evident. she allowed it to sit while she swallowed a sickly sweet mouthful of the drink, which was quickly followed by a grimace. "i'm not usually a host."
