Drink another shot of make believe

edy stage direction: insert some heavily audio-engineered pop beat heard at least 3 drinks in "Eyyy, at your age you should be keeping your options open." Edy chuckled, folding her arms around her torso with a laugh. And as far as old guys went, Bastien wasn't half bad looking. And his weirdo accent? Well, Edy was sort of into it. She didn't know what half of the things he was calling her meant, but not did she particularly care. Raising a brow, Edy looked to see if there was offense meant by categorizing her the way he had. It wouldn't be the first time someone had asked about her past in order to know how someone as fucked up and obnoxious as her could be produced, but for perhaps the first time this didn't seem to have that sort of connotation. That, or maybe her drink was stronger than she thought. "Uhh. It was a place called Northaven. Well, actually there was a place called Northwind before that, it got attacked, some of us portalled into this new land we named Northaven...you could only come over if you had a legit sort of job. You know, soldier, teacher, politician...something that would help us get a new society up and running. But basically it was a mess." With a casual shrug, Edy took another long sip of her drink and sighed. "You can just throw a bunch of twenty-somethings into a new world, tell them to start a society and pump out a bunch of kids and expect that to go well, y'know?"