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Fiona listened to Nelly talk while they were getting their food, she was telling her first about her love of alcoholic food as well as drink and about her worldly travels. Though when she started to talk about the trip she’d taken with her mother to Ireland for her eighteenth birthday, Fiona's own thoughts were pulled back to the homeland she’d fled, and in particular to what had happened with her stepmother.

Her memories were taunting her again as she thought back to her father, uncle, and even the half-siblings she’d never admit to missing. She could feel her knuckles going white around the glass as her grip was tightening, as her hand shook for a moment or two before she tossed back the remainder of her drink. Her home always made her sad whenever the memories surfaced, and the sudden mention of it tied with family had been unexpected.

[color=f1724b]"Well first, I am going to savor this whiskey."[/color] Fiona smiled at the other girl and commented on the drink while Nelly had her first taste [color=024B30]"Jura’s half decent Scottish Whisky, good flavour. I’ll treat you to an Irish one later.”[/color]

[color=f1724b]"Mmmm, you're right, it is good! As for what I plan on doing next, I mostly want to mingle with others whether back at the bar with your brother, or on the dance floor. Or anywhere else! Skies the limit after all. Maybe we can find out who the new leader is?"[/color]

Fiona had been contemplating what Nelly had said, feeling a slight pang at Nelly wanting to go join Lochlan, which it took her a second to realise was probably jealousy that she did her best to brush aside. After all, he wasn’t the only one at the bar as there were plenty of others, and perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to get to know her brother better herself. Though before she could muse any further on what Nelly had said, a voice chimed in, having clearly heard them discussing plans for the evening.

‘[color=dca25b]If there is something or someone you want to do next, you can do me[/color]’

Fiona snorted, trying not to choke on her drink as she burst out laughing, before turning towards the speaker and replying [color=024B30]"Christ, that was shite."[/color] looking up at who’d spoken with her one good eye, she had no recollection of seeing them before, so could only assume they were one of the new arrivals, and though the first impression she got from the stranger wasn’t an entirely unpleasant one, visually at any rate. His attempt at flirting, however, was pathetic [color=024B30]"That ever work for ya?"[/color]

[hr][center][color=808080][b]Interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] Nelly [@Pristine1281] and Morne [@The Savant][color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]Mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] None [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]Collabs[/b] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] None [/color][/center][hr]