so much for stealing her away. downing the rest of her glass of green beer in one swig, liz placed the glass back down on the counter before letting her gaze run through the crowd. she needed to take her mind off of the situation. had to stop her mind from running before it even began. her chest was tight and she didn’t want to start thinking about why her emotions were getting the best of her. waving the bartender down for another beer, she wrapped her fingers around the glass before pushing herself off the bar when she spotted a familiar ginger. her red stained lips pulling up into a smirk as she moved across the room to her.
❝ well thank god you finally found your way out of your house. ❞ she wasn’t sober and she knew it. could feel the buzz kicking in. praying it would numb the pain she was starting to feel. the pain she was trying really hard to pretend wasn’t there. ❝ i was starting to think you had ignored everyone's pleas for you to show your face. which would have been rather rude of you. want a beer? i just got this one but i haven’t taken a drink yet. ❞ she held the beer out but only waited a few seconds before pulling it back. her attention drifting already. ❝ this st patricks day has been boring the past few years. god, i think the last interesting one i had was two years ago? ❞
her voice trailed off as her drunken mind tried to remember the details. letting her eyes close for a moment as she grinned to herself. a part of her forgetting that she wasn’t talking to herself. ❝ that year i celebrated in chicago with colby. he was all high and mighty ready to celebrate the shield reuniting, again, and their win at fastlane. and he’s always more fun after a win. why is my favorite memory of this holiday is me getting laid? ❞ she laughed again as her vision focused on the redhead in front of her before pouting. ❝ did you not want a drink? is green beer offensive to irish folk? ❞
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