The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
The drinking and the games get underway. Weaver keeps the drinkings flowing. A simple cider for Chuy, who wasn’t a big drinker, and so she steers away from the strong stuff. She slides the cider over toward Chuy, watching the way he and Kiada interact. Well well, that seems obvious enough, even if they haven’t quite figured it out yet. Though she glances to Korbin, wondering how he feels about the whole thing.
She turns her attention to the next drink, a glass of good red for Loren, who would appreciate it. Besides, maybe it pays just a little bit to be sleeping with the bartender. She slides the glass his way. ”Nothing wrong with wine,” she says with a smile, even if she’d always prefer whiskey.
Noah calls out seven, and Weaver sees the way her brother sulks in the corner, her eyes darting between them. ”Aren’t seven and fourteen supposed to be switched?” she asks Noah, but he’s drinking anyway so it doesn’t really matter. No one really cares as the game moves on though, Chuy and Kiada playing but decidedly distracted.
”Ten!” she calls, before turning her attention back to pouring drinks as Korbin works on the snacks. She slides next to her brother, bumping him with his hip and turning her head to him. ”You could just tell them,” she whispers, in case he actually would like to join in and be a little stupid for a night. Then she grabs cider and whiskey, mixing them together in her favorite cocktail. She takes a sip of her own drink, watching the game continue before continuing to pour drinks for those gathered.
She turns her attention to the next drink, a glass of good red for Loren, who would appreciate it. Besides, maybe it pays just a little bit to be sleeping with the bartender. She slides the glass his way. ”Nothing wrong with wine,” she says with a smile, even if she’d always prefer whiskey.
Noah calls out seven, and Weaver sees the way her brother sulks in the corner, her eyes darting between them. ”Aren’t seven and fourteen supposed to be switched?” she asks Noah, but he’s drinking anyway so it doesn’t really matter. No one really cares as the game moves on though, Chuy and Kiada playing but decidedly distracted.
”Ten!” she calls, before turning her attention back to pouring drinks as Korbin works on the snacks. She slides next to her brother, bumping him with his hip and turning her head to him. ”You could just tell them,” she whispers, in case he actually would like to join in and be a little stupid for a night. Then she grabs cider and whiskey, mixing them together in her favorite cocktail. She takes a sip of her own drink, watching the game continue before continuing to pour drinks for those gathered.
Weaver
