Common drinks and strange acquaintances

I R I S Iris made her descent towards the coast. Bathed, refreshed and in a new set of clothes, free of rips or blood stains. Also free of any obligations except for a standing appointment with the bottle. If the butterfly showed up, it would make an appetizer to go with the liquor. An interesting conversation about faraway lands to chew on is just what Iris needed to lift the boredom of drinking alone and divert thoughts away from pressing plans. Dusk washed over her as she entered the Hanged Man, still fairly quiet and populated by only a few patrons. She expected many feet to trickle in after her in the following hours. Hazel eyes made a quick scan of the faces inside on her way across the room. She reached the bar and raised her hand in that ubiquitous gesture that summoned drinks into one’s grasp. Mug in hand, she pushed herself off the counter and claimed a table on the side of the room. She sat with her back to the wall taking occasional sips of the biter drink, each sip turning it sweeter. Alina