yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Imogen had been having a rather splendid past few days. She’d finally managed to show her face in Spellbound since her first day on Mamono, and found Zaira to be quite an nice person. A few days before, Jack had called out “sick” (Though she could hear Eden giggling in the background) and asked her to cover for him yet again, which she happily obliged to. More hours, more money.
With her extra cash, she bought a bottle of cheap rum and a carton of cigarettes, and moseyed herself down to the beach. She sat on a washed up log and kicked away the empty shell of a crab. Bunching the paper bag around the neck of the bottle, Imogen popped open the pungent alcohol and took a swig. Grimacing, she let out a spluttering cough. Disgusting, she thought. She could have spent six more bucks and at least gotten some Captain Morgans.
She tried lighting a cigarette, but the wind was too strong. She focused so intently on her cigarette, she hadn’t noticed an individual approach.