“Yeah? You think?” Ray beamed, taking his card back and sloppily scribbling a few lines as his signature. He leaned on the bar, resting his head in his hand as he looked at the woman.
“Wren? That’s a nice name. Rhymes with Ben! That was the name of my fish in the third grade. He was nice.” Ray sighed, missing his little fish from so, so many years ago. “I mean, I was pacing myself, then I realized I had nobody to keep pace with, and these mixed drinks? So good!”
“Yes, I do think.” She couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled from her lips. She wet them with a small sip from her drink and inclined her hair. Her dark hair swept across her shoulder. “Thank you. I was named after a bird,” she said. The anecdote wasn’t entirely true, but intended to make him laugh. In his inebriated state, she figured it wouldn’t take much. “Or a type of bird, rather.”
She tapped a long, elegant finger against her glass. “It’s no fun drinking alone, so they say. But I’ve never tried to listen much to what they say. What were you drinking?”
“Ohmygosh, that’s so nice!” Ray’s words slurred as he grinned at the woman. “Birds are nice, just like you!” He said, pointing a long finger in her direction. His head was swimming. Foggy. Wired. He blinked a few times as he processed her question.
“Drink. Yes. I had a long island iced tea, a few foofy fruity drinks, and some, uh….white claws? Those are great! Those weren’t a thing last time I was here.” Here as in central city, current timeline, as opposed to another city, another time. Ray giggled to himself, remembering his adventures through time.
Cisco backup 