[PQ] she put whiskey in the water

A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. "Good to see you too." Ray returns the greeting with a warm smile. That smile quickly turns into a frustrated scowl as they begin to work. The constant tearing of the bags is truly getting on her last nerves. The sand keeps getting everywhere and every single time she thinks a bag is going to hold, it pops. Ray is just about ready to scream when Raza brings out fresh bags. Taking a moment to stretch and calm her temper, Ray gets back to work with the new bags. She keeps the same plan as before but goes a bit slower, making sure that the bags don't tear as she works. She really doesn't want to start this task all over a gain for a third time. Ray keeps trying with the new sandbags. Hopefully these don't tear too. r a y The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus