[open post] Drowning Her Sorrows

[axe_kicker]

After receiving Commodore Otrona's reprimand and punishment for striking a prisoner, Martha headed straight for the bar and hopped onto the nearest stool.

"Something alcoholic," she pleaded. "Anything alcoholic."

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[gold_ambition]

It wasn't that James particularly enjoyed Martha's desperation--though it was true it was satisfying to hear her ask for something other than apple juice.

"That's a dangerous request," he said, even as his hands moved. Apple juice. With a slight smirk, he set down a tall glass of reddish liquid. "Scarlet Pimpernel. It'll appeal to your love of justice," he said. "And apple juice."

And he'd mixed it a little strong.

[axe_kicker]

"My love for justice took a beating," Martha grumbled, and took a swig.

Whoa.

Then she took another, heartier gulp. There was no point in being half-hearted about one's plans to get totally shitfaced, after all.

[gold_ambition]

Now that was interesting. Both the statement and the swallowing-with-intent.

"Sounds like a rough day," he said.

[axe_kicker]

"Oh, yesterday was the rough day. Today was just the fallout."

Martha swallowed again, this time actually taking a moment to savour the taste. "This is nice. What's in it?"