The longhair lass fishes a dollar bill out of her wallet and slides it across the bar to a certain Callahan. "If we're going in a fannish direction," she says in a distinctly Wisconsin accent, "Bajoran springwine, please. Romulan ale will knock me on my butt."
Glass obtained, she edges to the line. "Uh, just so people know, if my aim is off, somebody yell and stop me before I throw this thing? To Colleen. I never had the pleasure, unfortunately." The drink goes down in one, and the glass, perhaps surprisingly, makes the fireplace with a suitable *crash!*
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Date: 2024-01-04 04:18 pm (UTC)Glass obtained, she edges to the line. "Uh, just so people know, if my aim is off, somebody yell and stop me before I throw this thing? To Colleen. I never had the pleasure, unfortunately." The drink goes down in one, and the glass, perhaps surprisingly, makes the fireplace with a suitable *crash!*