[PQ] she put whiskey in the water

A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. "Fucking finally. If I had to stuff those things one more time I was going to start cussing out the water." Ray grumbled but grinned in satisfaction as she took in the sheer number of bags she'd filled. Cracking her knuckles she began to get to the grunt work. Taking her time so as to prevent any bags from breaking, Ray began to carry the bags to their final destination. She did her best to pack them in tightly along the line so as to prevent any water from breaking through and so that the bags could reinforce each other. Ray really didn't want to have to do this again if the water broke through. Ray is doing her best to make sure that the wall holds! 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