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[river_meimei]

"Pink," River says to the bar, solemn and earnest. What she gets is, indeed, just that: a drink that looks like some kind of smoothie, smells of several different berries, and is a mildly unnerving shade of bright pink. The spiral straw in it is a complimentary shade of unnerving purple.

River beams, and takes it carefully in both hands. She turns away from the bar to head towards a booth, to tuck herself under the table and sip happily.

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[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

Bev, not being River, looks a bit dubious.

"Really? Seems like it might be a little cramped."

[river_meimei]

"Appearances," River says serenely, "can be deceiving."

Bev's not much taller than River.

[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Well, if you say so."

Bev opts to climb into the booth instead, but lies down on her side, feet tucked up, so she can still see River under it.

"How've you been?"

[river_meimei]

River's eyes drop.

After a moment, "I have a drink."

[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

"You do," Bev agrees.


"It's...very pink."

[river_meimei]

River looks smug.

Yes. Yes it is.

[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

Bev looks at her for a moment, and then giggles.

"Okay. Is it good?"

[river_meimei]

"Yes."

So smug.

Generously, she offers the glass to Bev, both hands curled around its curving sides.

[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

"Oh--thanks."

Bev giggles again at the curly straw, and takes a sip.

"Mm--that is good."

[river_meimei]

River beams.