the recovery project [2]

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fiona

she just needs some time.

time to get over everett, time to think about searching again, time to play around and test the waters with other men.

yet until then... she's currently sitting at a bar, nursing her sixth drink of the night. she doesn't even remember what she ordered— everything's starting to taste the same anyway.

someone sits softly on the plush stool next to her, and she turns to him, even though her vision is blurry and it's hard to tell what he looks like. "can i buy you a drink?"

he could be a pervert for all she knows, but her brain isn't sending up any warning flags, so maybe she's off to a good start.

"sure. i'll take a gin and tonic."

she laughs, but orders it anyways. "bo-ring."

"thanks."

they talk for a while, her doing most of the listening, and damn, this guy is smart. he blabbers on about some biology class that he's taking so he can become a virologist or epidemiologist.

he's cute. she bumps his knee with hers.

he doesn't do anything, so she pulls him by the hand to get closer, and kisses him.