“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.
She chuckled a little and shook her head. Calculating the amount of alcohol in those drinks, Wren was surprised that he wasn’t even more inebriated. Did he have a plan for getting home? She poked around in his brain, at the surface thoughts, but it was a mess. No luck there.
Wren downed a big gulp of her drink, nodding her head. “Mm, those all sound good. The fruit ones, especially.” She cocked her head to one side. “You heading home? Got a ride?”
“Do I?” Ray checked his pockets for keys, patting each pocket with a floppy hand. “Ah. Keys! ‘M not driving though. Sara wouldn’t even let me drive the waverider, and that was when I was sober!” Wait, why did he say that? The words spilled out of his lips before he could stop them, and at this point, he didn’t really care.
“I’ll probably hail a cab, maybe. Or walk. “m not far.” Ray was, in fact, far from home. He lived across town, and he was only at this bar because of a meeting earlier in the day.
