I made wine from the lilac tree, put my heart in its recipe

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Who: Jules and you
What: Booze! Feelings! Drowning sorrows is classy.
Where: A bar! You can pick what kind of bar if there's something in particular that'd be more ic for your dudes and ladies; Jules is familiarising herself with the city via the wonders of alcohol.
When: Givdi, Veerdi and Sukkadi (Thursday-Saturday) afternoons right through to the little hours. Just let me know~*~*~
Notes: :9 let us make cr and deliciousness! We can just go from any point of their drinking together, too - just do whatever tickles your fancy, really.
Warnings: Feelings, dark thoughts, etc. Possibly language. Possibly some violence, if a bar fight were to break out? Anything crops up, I'll edit it in.

It's been a long week. A long month, two months, however many hours and days and other little bunches of times have all clocked up to however long things have been utterly miserable for. And ever since she got here, Jules has been going on with her masks and her smiles, until this week things started to teeter and fall apart like a rusted-out engine.

She could work with car problems, though. This she didn't know how to work with, and she stares at the bottom of her glass as she swirls the deep red wine around it, accusing, as if it's meant to be telling her something and very thoroughly letting her down.

"I need another drink."

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[selfmadman]

“Don,” he says, quietly insistent, smiling as she repeats his name with scrupulous formality. He reaches for his glass, his grip relaxed. Careless. His orange-tinged drink sways to one side, close to slopping over the lip. He takes a long swallow; a momentary stillness overcomes him.

“Really.” He looks at her, a measured glance. Bemusement lurks at the edges of his expression, in the slight arch of his brows. He taps ash into the tray. “Sure about that?”