[ A man woman walked into a bar (hours ago). Isn’t that the way all good stories begin? Or is that horrible jokes? Claire Redfield can’t rightly remember which. Hell she’s had a few in the last couple of hours and while she isn’t precisely drunk, the many colored drinks have started to blur together in the pleasant, uncaring, rainbow like haze that comes when one is well on her (or his) way to getting good and schnockered.
However Claire finds herself with a problem and is in need of a remedy. Namely that her partner/date/that-guy-she-came-with seems to have disappeared and while she’s not specifically looking (at least that’s what she tells herself even though that one red drink left her feeling a little ah - needy), she’s also a social creature who would rather not sit at a bar and keep drinking alone (fuck whatshisname anyway; it was a blind date).
Since the stool on her left is empty, it only makes sense that she looks to her right, right? And blink because whoa are his eyes red? The only red eyes Claire has ever seen belonged to biological experiments gone bad. However the guy isn’t on a rampage which counts as a point in the not “Not A Homicidal Experiment” column. ]
Excuse me. You don’t happen to work for a company called Umbrella do you?
[ But it’s better to safe than sorry.
She grabs her glass – something pink that might have been red at some point, or that could just be the lights – and takes a sip all the while debating some coffee in case this introduction takes a turn for the worst and she decides to bail. ]
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manwoman walked into a bar (hours ago). Isn’t that the way all good stories begin? Or is that horrible jokes? Claire Redfield can’t rightly remember which. Hell she’s had a few in the last couple of hours and while she isn’t precisely drunk, the many colored drinks have started to blur together in the pleasant, uncaring, rainbow like haze that comes when one is well on her (or his) way to getting good and schnockered.However Claire finds herself with a problem and is in need of a remedy. Namely that her partner/date/that-guy-she-came-with seems to have disappeared and while she’s not specifically looking (at least that’s what she tells herself even though that one red drink left her feeling a little ah - needy), she’s also a social creature who would rather not sit at a bar and keep drinking alone (fuck whatshisname anyway; it was a blind date).
Since the stool on her left is empty, it only makes sense that she looks to her right, right? And blink because whoa are his eyes red? The only red eyes Claire has ever seen belonged to biological experiments gone bad. However the guy isn’t on a rampage which counts as a point in the not “Not A Homicidal Experiment” column. ]
Excuse me. You don’t happen to work for a company called Umbrella do you?
[ But it’s better to safe than sorry.
She grabs her glass – something pink that might have been red at some point, or that could just be the lights – and takes a sip all the while debating some coffee in case this introduction takes a turn for the worst and she decides to bail. ]