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Fred:blinked, startled and he looked guiltily to Riley,"Uh...I was just explaining, about Leroy..."
Fred:muttered slightly,"Yeah..."
Fred:"When she threatened to walk out on him after Caleb spoke to him...he got..."Fred trailed off and looked at Riley,"Aggressive."
She was not, however, trying to be seen this evening. Not like she cared, but hanging the Blood Edict on every useable surface on this corner, well. It wasn't interesting activity to observe, nor was it the most flattering. With a sigh, she finished, realizing it was going to be a long night.
With the bottle wrapped in its brown paper and tucked between her legs, Eight cruised the streets, searching for a fare. Twenty more minutes and her shift was up. That was enough time for one more fare. One moreā¦ and she sincerely hoped they tipped a lot. She had to make up for the missing hours somehow.
So it was that Eight was driving through the darkened streets. The snow had started falling a couple hours ago and the majority of the streets were deserted. It was fairly peaceful, really. With her eyes on the road, Eight lifted the bottle to her lips, taking a swig just as her rear tires started to slide. The motion startled her and she dropped the bottle into her lap as she reached for the steering wheel to steady the car. Feeling the liquid seeping out of the bottle into her lap, Eight took her eyes off the road for only a moment as she reached down to pick the bottle back up, swiping ineffectually at the liquor in her lap. Shit. Shit! Sheād never get the smell of whiskey out of the seat!