Rimmer wanders over to the bar and sits on a stool, not really knowing what to say as he's not really good with women, he's not really good with anyone really. Subconsiouly he fights with his hair to try to hide the H.
"Hi." Catherine's voice is softer than normal, a little thinner and fainter. She's really tired today, but she pushes her hair out of her eyes and manages a smile. "Need a drink?"
Rimmer manages one of the worst smiles ever, even for him. Yes definitly he could use a drink.
"Yes. Double scotch, with ice. Thanks." He pauses at that, he can see tell she doesn't seem happy but doesn't know what to say next, whatever it may be he's bound to put his foot in it.
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"Yes. Double scotch, with ice. Thanks." He pauses at that, he can see tell she doesn't seem happy but doesn't know what to say next, whatever it may be he's bound to put his foot in it.
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