It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
It ain’t the Kraai, that much is painfully obvious, both in the dingy decor and the quality of the liquor in her glass - which has a slight ring around the edge, as if it were washed improperly. Wessex may not have a superb sense of taste left, but even she can tell when the booze is too alcoholic. A shame, really, but she’s glad to not have to worry about catching something in here.
Perks of all those upgrades, there’s not much room left for biological bits.
Still, as she swills the amber liquid thoughtfully, frown lines appear above her slightly furrowed brow. If it wasn’t evident by her request to her siblings before, should be now. For the most part, the few bar patrons mind their own business, as dive bar regulars usually do - but one or two cast furtive glances her way.
Perks of all those upgrades, there’s not much room left for biological bits.
Still, as she swills the amber liquid thoughtfully, frown lines appear above her slightly furrowed brow. If it wasn’t evident by her request to her siblings before, should be now. For the most part, the few bar patrons mind their own business, as dive bar regulars usually do - but one or two cast furtive glances her way.
