Mina took a sip of her drink. It really was quite terrible, but is sustained life (theoretically) and the alcohol was just what she needed right now. Still, she never dreamed she would miss Christopher Doyle's shitty, mixed-blood drinks. She would never be able to wholly escape that asshole, would she?
"So tell me about yourself," she said, setting her glass down. "From the looks of you, you're either quite well-preserved or you've lived an interesting life. All the way from the 1920s to 20...14? Was that it? 2014?"
This was what of the opposite gender did when they went out together, wasn't it? Mina wasn't entirely sure of the proper protocol. And for all she knew, the protocol had changed dramatically since 1932. Time was funny that way. The world only spun in one direction, no matter how much she sometimes wished it would go in reverse.
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"So tell me about yourself," she said, setting her glass down. "From the looks of you, you're either quite well-preserved or you've lived an interesting life. All the way from the 1920s to 20...14? Was that it? 2014?"
This was what of the opposite gender did when they went out together, wasn't it? Mina wasn't entirely sure of the proper protocol. And for all she knew, the protocol had changed dramatically since 1932. Time was funny that way. The world only spun in one direction, no matter how much she sometimes wished it would go in reverse.