cocktails on the roof
"So, what have you brought?"
"Let's see..." Flora rummages in her pack, dismayed to see that the supplies, though unspilled, have fallen into a great disarray. "Sweet Pickle Brandy, Ruby Pineapple Liqeur, Spiraleye Gin..."
Sharla does the same, counting out: "Fire Apple Whiskey, Sourberry Wine, Hell Raspberry Bitters... We've got quite the haul, haven't we?"
Cocktails are as good an excuse as any to get together, right? Flora grins, reaching for Sharla's hand to squeeze. "I'd forgotten we have more or less the same tastes."
"Makes things easier, yes."
"And you know what's funny?"
"What's that?"
"I don't even drink."