Promised Vodka || Dasha & Avery
She’d hardly moved all day. Dasha hadn’t been feeling very well until after noon. And then she was just too lazy to get up. Vodka likely wasn’t the best idea, but she missed the strong taste. While she didn’t drink often, she was finding herself missing Russia more than she’d expected. So, she’d reached out to the one person who had seemingly offered her something to drink.
With a place to go, even if it was half an hour before curfew, Dasha pulled on a pair of black jeans and an old tee shirt. Sliding on a pair of shoes, she grabbed a jacket out of habit and started for the lounge. She hadn’t been there much, but it seemed like the best meeting place. No one was there as she entered and took a seat on a couch.