"So.. tell me how you got yourself in this situation," Dash remarked casually as he and Kel both sipped unheated water out of clay mugs. Naturally, Kel had refused to give Dash any further victories, and so they were stuck with room-temperature drinks.
"Well…" Kel trailed off, cheeks reddening as she thought about the events leading up to the hectic chase.
After she'd nabbed the register from behind the counter, things at the surprisingly flat party had taken a wild turn.
Just as she was about to leap back over the bar, she'd been approached by an intoxicated man--too intoxicated, evidently, to realize that she clearly wasn't the bartender.
"Get me a couple more doses of Donie if you will," he commanded, leaning up against the counter.
Afraid of the man raising his voice and causing a scene if she tried to explain that she was merely another regular party-goer, Kel decided to just give him what he wanted.
The only problem was that she had no idea what 'Donie' was.
