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[madeleinefoster]

"That yet is a really big word there, riff." she stated, eyes focusing on the other as she pondered the nickname she'd just given him. It wasn't like her, but, something about it also felt sincere, genuine. And Madeleine didn't think she minded it. Her gaze only shifted when he admitted that he didn't even know her name, and she shrugged, lips pressed against the glass as if to finish it off. Though she smiled a moment later, an air of mystery lingering in her gaze. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find out my name soon enough." she paused. "Let's just say some things are worth waiting for." she smirked. His question made her smile, nodding before lips spoke the words. "Just the states." she admitted. "I'm not opposed to traveling internationally but so far its just been the US." she paused. "Anywhere me and ole' Betsy can travel via road ideally. So I've never been to Hawaii." she shrugged. "Though I'm not big on heat so, probably for the best." When she realized she was rambling she let herself pause, taking the moment to breathe, looking at him. The lighting in the room seemed to dim as the song slowed, and Madeleine stood, taking the other's hand. Leading her to the dance floor, she took the moment to notice how gentle yet firm his grip on her hand was. The music bringing her closer to him as the song played over the speakers. "It's Madeleine." she spoke, only once she was moving across the dance floor, feet carrying her wherever he lead. @galexpeterson

"Well, I haven't ran for the hills.. Yet." Gale teased her, finding her boldness endearing. He never had been one to be drawn to people that were timid and withdrawn, not saying whatever was on their mind. She didn't have that issue, it seemed. "We're smooching now, are we? I don't happen to be the kind of man to smooch a woman whose name I do not even know." He mused, though the idea was tempting, he did not desire to push his luck too fast when he had barely been by her side for ten minutes. "I can see the desire in traveling. The fact you can still do your job and earn your wages while seeing the world is beneficial. Do you remain in the states, or do you travel to other countries too?" He asked, the thought of Liesl passing his mind momentarily, for she too traveled the world, writing her articles as she went, in the end not wanting to be tied down. But he quickly dispelled those thoughts, his ex-fiancee not being someone he wanted to think of right now. "Dancing?" He asked, then slowly took his glass to drink the last remaining liquid and then slid from the barstool, holding out his hand. "Madam." @madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

The sound of tires against gravel hadn't gone unnoticed, though there was a small part of her that was thankful for it. It gave her the chance to put her phone away before she made the rational decision to call dispatch and be transferred to the right people. She didn't want to seem clingy. So, with shielded eyes she slowed her pacing, stopping just outside the driver's door of the van and gave the other a look, exhaling. "I do want help." she nodded, though her tone very much matched the other's in the 'don't mess with me or I'll move on' way. "Do you know anything about engines though?" she questioned. "Because if not, a ride would be great; I want to get her fixed but, she's kind of special so I don't know if I trust just anyone with her." she admitted. @tannerkohli

Tanner had still not really taken to being in cars since her accident, but it unfortunately was a part of life that was unavoidable. Still avoiding the passenger seat, Tanner was in the back seat with her head down, chatting idly with her more or less adopted aunt that she was staying with as they drove out to go grocery shopping. When she felt the car pulling off to the side, Tanner peeked up, groaning when she saw the other car on the side of the road. Were it just Tanner she would have driven straight on by, but the insistence of the entirely too kind woman at the wheel was impossible to say no to for long. After a minute of arguing, Tanner gave a loud sigh and unbuckled her seatbelt to hop from the car. To make it clear she was unhappy, she stomped her way over towards the van, eyes rolling when she saw the other woman's expression that rather mirrored her own. "Happy to turn my ass around if you don't want help," she put out there as an offer. "But, the very nice lady in the car that I care very much for insisted that I at least offer to help. So, I have to pretend to be happy to be here."

@madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

"Ruin husband's lives is second on my list of things to do." Madeleine laughed. She wasn't a man hater but she definitely lived by the motto do what you want and if it makes some else's lives harder, that's on them. She wasn't sure about doing that with a spouse; she'd never been close enough to someone to marry them. It was her statement that made her laugh a little. "I know I don't have to." she admitted. "But the quicker I allow myself even the thought the harder it is to leave, so, I just keep reminding myself I'm here for work only." she exhaled. The truth. Work, write her article, leave. That was what she did. Though as she found herself getting the answer to her question, she nodded. "I've noticed that." she stated. Sure, she lived in the trailer park in town which in her opinion was busier early morning than she'd anticipated it to be, but, there was still a calmness to it that she hadn't found anywhere else. And she didn't think that was because she lived close to the sheriff. "I can appreciate that. A quiet movie, coffee in hand." she nodded. "It's definitely the best way to start the day." @lennyxclairmont

"I love that," Leonora grinned, "that's a rule that everyone should abide by," though Lenny did not find herself well traveled enough to participate in it, she hoped that many others did. "If I travel, I am going to keep this in mind and I think we may ruin my husband's life," she laughed, shaking her head with her playful exaggeration knowing that Raymond would always find room for more coffee mugs. Listening, her smiled faded into something softer, though it were not for lack of interest in what the other woman was saying. "You don't have to plan to stay for that to happen," she laughed quieter this time, "I've seen it too many times before." Though it had led her with friendships she could not imagine a life without. "Oh, wow," she thinned her lips, intrigued by the question. "If I had to pick just one thing?" Leonora had many things that she loved about Kismet Harbor, "I would have to say the quiet mornings," she started, "coffee in hand, of course. But it feels like you get the whole town to yourself for a little while." @madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

ANNE HATHWAY AS DAPHNE KLUGER OCEAN’S EIGHT (2018) dir. Gary Ross

[madeleinefoster]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @tannerkohli

"Dammit!" Madeleine cursed as she opened her driver's side door, now stranded on the side of the street. She'd known better than to try to drive the van around; there had been a reason she'd parked it and bought some cheap bike off Craigslist when she arrived in April, but, when it had started with no issues back home she'd not thought twice about it and instead decided to take it out on her errands today. She hadn't anticipated the wave of smoke that had come up from under the hood of the car, and honestly now she was trying to figure out how she was going to get back home. She knew a whole one person in this town, and sadly even they weren't on a 'lets exchange numbers' basis. Though, she could contact him if she needed to. She was just too prideful to admit she'd been wrong about the van. She was pacing up and down the street when she heard a car stop, turning to face the other direction. Though the look on her face said she was less than thrilled to be around people.

[madeleinefoster]

"I said it before and I'll say it again; I think you coming out tonight and joining me was the best decision you could've made." At this point she was just boastful, maybe a little self centered but the thing with Madeleine was that she didn't care. She wasn't afraid to do whatever it took to go for what she wanted, and even though she'd known this man for all of a couple of hours, there was something about him that she couldn't get enough of. Her own personal kryptonite. "Ah, so your sister is why you didn't want to come out here. Didn't want her seeing you smooching on the new woman in town." she winked, though the playful hint in her voice said that she may or may not be kidding. Lips pressed against her own drink, taking another sip as she shook her head. "Independent company." she stated. "I used to do the local journalist thing, but, I was referred to this company by my last boss, and it's a more remote job. Allows me to actually travel as much as I need to for work." she shrugged. "I've never been one that's been tied down somewhere willingly." Sure there was the time when she was a child, but, she'd been in her mother's care still; little Madeleine hadn't had much of a choice in where to end up at the time. She listened to his question, then turned her head slightly, the music playing on the speakers catching her attention. "You've already started." she admitted. "But you can take it one step further if you dance with me." @galexpeterson

"Somehow, I don't question that." It had been easy to establish that she was an interesting person, one that would definitely blindside you in all the right ways. Perhaps that had been why he had initially declined her offer, and yet here he was, getting into trouble. When she questioned if it was his sister living next door, he nodded, letting out a laugh at the words that followed from her lips. "Hey now, in my defense, my sister moved there when I already occupied the place." He snickered. "If anyone's spying, it's my sister." Gale mused, taking a sip from his drink. When she explained she was a photo journalist, he listened intently, thinking of prime examples. "You work with the local journalists then, too? Or a completely independent firm?" Gale inquired, turning towards her again, meeting her gaze. He let out a short laugh at her words, his smile remaining. "And how do you suggest I prove my worth? Any preferences?" @madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @nazlixceyhan

The library had become one of Madeleine's favorite places to visit since she'd arrived in town two months ago. It had been where she'd done the majority of her research. Granted she felt like with every piece of information that she read about she had even more questions, including now as she was flipping through a book of old newspaper articles. She had sat at a table close to a bookshelf, flipping through the pages as she looked up to see someone close by. "How familiar are you with the town's history?" she questioned, eyes focused on the other for a moment. "What is this drama with the firefighters and the police officers?" she questioned. "Or is that some old myth I need to stop trying to gain information on?"

[madeleinefoster]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @donnymorgan

"What's your best selling drink here?" the brunette questioned, plopping herself on a barstool at the bar. Drinking had sadly become one of her favorite pass times, and while she wouldn't dare admit it out loud, at least 'exploring the bars' as she'd graciously told herself she was doing gave her more ability to write about the drinks if that's what she chose to do. "Or, better question for you. Is there something you've always wanted to explore but not had anyone brave enough to try it out on?" she questioned. "Because I'll do it. Won't even send you my medical bills if it poisons me."

[madeleinefoster]

Her glass hit his within the blink of an eye and she was bringing it to her lips a moment later, letting the liquid courage work it's magic once again. Her attention was still fully on the other as her own glass made it's way to the bar top - the looseness of the drink fogging her vision slightly, causing her to nearly miss the countertop before she shifted, trying again, eyes on the glass this time. "Ah, the gaming console." she nodded. She'd been thankful she'd lived in a time where she'd never had the opportunity for one; she'd hate to know of all the things she'd missed out on if she'd had her nose in one personally. "I'm sorry that he's too good for you. But, at least you decided to come out tonight." she smiled. "No way you'll be bored as long as I'm around." she admitted, eyes focusing on the other. Maybe she was being too forward, but one thing about Madeleine was that she wasn't going to miss out on an opportunity to go for what she wanted. "Wait his aunt? As in your sister?" she smiled, only letting the smile turn into a smirk before her next comment. "The Sheriff taking every opportunity to spy on his family." she winked, realizing too late she was reaching. For all she knew it could've been his son's maternal aunt. At his question she nodded, glass pressed against her lips again. "Photo journalist." she stated. "I usually take photos and use those photos to tell whatever story I want to tell about the town I'm visiting." she shrugged. Though she paused, looking at him a moment later. "A puff piece is not too far out of the question." she admitted. "Just have to prove to me you're worth it first." @galexpeterson

Gale flashed her a modest smile, not searching a hidden motive behind the emphasis on it being his best company. Whether he was hers was something he'd have to prove, after all. Especially since he had initially declined her offer. "To taking chances." It was a sentiment that he was living by, by being there. He softly clinked his glass against hers before he took a sip, swirling the liquid before he set the glass back down onto the bar. At her question, Gale snickered, shaking his head as an answer. "At this point he's around the age where his gaming console is more important than his old man." He mused. "Besides, his aunt lives next door keeping an eye out." Perhaps he was oversharing, but in Kismet, these things were easily found out if you asked the right person. "So, you're a journalist, then? You write articles? Could I smooth talk you into writing a puff piece, or are you non-corruptible?" @madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

"The mugs!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying farther than she'd meant for it to over something as simple as a cup. "I am a coffee snob so I have this awful habit of buying mugs from every place who's coffee made me audibly gasp." she stated, eyes focused on the other for a moment. "Add those to the few cutesy cups I have and I have an entire designated to my two plates and bowls and three shelves of coffee cups that I could never use in my lifetime." she sighed. There were never more truer words spoken in her opinion. "I have a feeling that you're not the only person that will tell me that." she admitted. "Though, I don't plan to stay, I guess we'll see. Sometimes the universe has a way of proving me wrong." she shrugged. "Charming is definitely a word for this place." Though her thoughts weren't entirely on the town as a whole, not in the slightest. More so the people, or well, person. "What's one of your favorite things about this town?" she questioned. "If you could only pick one." @lennyxclairmont

"Six months is long enough to accidentally collect at least three new mugs or something," she laughed softly with the joke. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze drifted across the market as it hummed with people doing their weekly shopping. "I've heard places like Kismet Harbor have a way of seeming temporary until they're not." She teased, having been a local she only heard rumors herself. "Six months turns into twelve and so one and then people are asking if you're a local." Leonora continued to let laughter bubble over her lips. "That sounds really magical though, getting to visit small and charming towns like this." @madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

"It's a real struggle; I've had to remind myself I don't have the space for it before I get there or else I will leave with more than I can realistically store." It really was a struggle and primarily why she wasn't one that attended markets a lot. Sure, she would clearly, but she'd learned through the years and her days of travel not to go more than maybe once upon arrival and once when you leave; any other amount of time than that would just be unnecessary in her opinion. "For now." she nodded. "I'm here for work; I travel a lot so I don't see myself planning to be here for much longer than it takes me to get this work assignment done." Granted that alone would require about six months minimum she felt; just depended on how much she wanted to throw herself into it all. "Lenny." she repeated. "It's great to meet you." At the other's question she offered her a smile, ignoring that she'd already answered it. "I'm a traveling photo journalist so I spend a lot of my time writing about small towns just like this one through photos." @lennyxclairmont

"I think my husband would agree with you on that," though that wouldn't stop Lenny from purchasing it in the long run. "I like to make a first run through the market before committing to anything or else I'd buy everything I laid my eyes on." Lenny admitted with a soft laugh. "Just visiting?" A week ago didn't mean that the other woman was staying permanently. "Lenny," she introduced herself with a shake of Madeleine's hand, never introducing herself Leonora. "What brings you to our lovely Kismet Harbor?" @madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

"No, I don't think I disagree." she stated. "I mean, I am all for getting tested, making sure you're clean. And I don't think there's anything wrong with not being embarrassed by it either. It's just sex." she said the phrase as if the action was simply for the sake of pleasure, no emotional connections involved. Which was the case, for her. Madeleine wasn't one that typically allowed herself the opportunity to get attached; pleasure was it in her mind. "Night time is the best time to go out." he nodded. "I mean, I don't have to and often times I don't get to because of work but I do enjoy going out on the town, seeing what it is about the place that makes people tick." she shrugged, eyes focusing on the other. "Though, I have to say I'm only willing to learn if you're the one willing to teach me. If that's the case we have a deal." @sebastianxthomas

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Sebastain chuckled as he looked at her. "I am just teasing, I like to test the waters with people," he smiled at her. He didn't care if he might have shared too much, but he wasn't shy, so he knew it was a good thing to tell, and it wasn't anything to be embarrassed about, so he was going to tell her or anyone. "I am, and it's a good thing, well, all should be tested and not embarrassed about it," he winked. He didn't know how honest people were or not; he had met people who lied, he knew guys who did that, but he hadn't been anyone who cheated, well, not that he knew of. "Nearly," he said about working. "Depends, but a lot of the time it's nights, but I like to go out late after work sometimes, "he smiled for a moment. "What about you?" he asked with a smile. "I have done that before. I have traveled for work before too, learning to cook from places I go or to learn about foods from all over, the tastes, the flavors, it helps," he nodded. "Oh, come on, anyone can learn," he grinned. "Once it warms up a bit, we'll have to try," he grinned. @madeleinefoster.

[madeleinefoster]

There were plenty of aspects of Madeleine's life that she tried to keep a secret; yet her living situation gave away more about her than she cared to see. She lived in an RV for crying out loud, and if that wasn't a solid indication that she had spent the majority of her life traveling, she was sure the van parked beside the RV or the less than ideal motor bike did. It was all apart of her story, one that she wore with pride. The toast made her smile widen, her head nodding as the other countered what she was toasting for. "I think you were onto something." she stated, raising the glass and hitting it against the other's softly. "To the best company you've ever had." she emphasized the word you've. Not that she didn't believe him to be the best she'd ever had, it was simply her mimicking her own words from before after all. "And to taking chances." she stated, sipping the drink before she placed the glass back on the bar, fingers resting there as she turned to face him. "Now tell me, am I going to be the headline of the paper for breaking the Sheriff away from his fatherly duties? I just need to know if I need to counter in my own article." @galexpeterson

Gale wasn't aware of the puzzle that was slowly being solved in the other's head, though he wasn't far off. Instead, he watched her and pondered what a woman such as herself was doing in this town. From what she had told him already, she didn't seem to be the kind of person to stay in one place for too long, which was also something he concluded based on the fact of where she lived, or rather how she lived, and that she had bought a dingy motorcycle on a whim, or so it seemed from how it had sounded. He doubted she took that with her in her rv wherever she went. Upon the receiving of their drinks and a toast proposed, Gale gave her a sideways look and offered her a smile, letting out a chuckle at the words that left her mouth. "I was more thinking a toast to the best company one could have-" He mused, holding his glass towards her. "But I can settle for finding the best damn whisky sour, if that makes you happier." @madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

"Girl you had me at food trucks." Madeleine smirked, eyes focused on the other as she spoke, nodding her head slowly. Madeleine had always found food trucks or markets with food to be something that really brought a town to life. All the different cultures, cooking techniques and dishes served in one town never failed to inspire her; at one point she'd even had to refrain from letting her entire photo journalism journey be just about food. "It really does seem that way. I've been able to eat lunch at the local park nearly every day which has been nice." she nodded. "I mean don't get me wrong, I don't mind being indoors but I also love being able to take my work outside, or at the very least be outside." she shrugged. She'd spent so much of her life traveling being outside that she didn't know any differently. It was only once the other mentioned camping at Mount Olympia that Madeleine's eyes widened. "I'd love that!" she exclaimed. "It's on my list of places I haven't gotten to visit yet; let's do it!" @rubywritesrp

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Ruby’s smile stretched, warm and easy, a hint of playful mischief behind it. “Then it’s a date,” she said, tone light but sincere as she leaned back in her chair. “Food trucks and a walk somewhere pretty, you’ve officially saved me from another afternoon of pretending to be productive.” She reached for her coffee, glancing out the window as a soft breeze moved through the trees lining the street. “One of my favorite things about living here is that I can almost always be outside,” she said thoughtfully. “Even when I’m working, I try to take it outside if I can. It just makes everything feel lighter, you know?” Turning back toward Madeleine, Ruby’s expression brightened. “Actually, if you’re into it, I’ve been dying to go camping up at Mount Olympia one weekend. The hiking trails up there are incredible. You can see forever once you hit the ridge, and at night, the stars don’t even look real. I’ve been talking about going for weeks, but it’s definitely more fun with company.” She shrugged with a grin. “No pressure or anything, but I promise there’ll be s’mores. And coffee. Always coffee.”

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"We love those flexible schedules." she stated. She herself had a pretty flexible schedule with no real restrictions or anything so she was down to do whatever she was needed for. Hiking, sitting on her couch with a cup of coffee and reading a book, she truly had no real responsibilities or anything of the sorts, so she was truly free all hours of the day really. "Then let's make a plan. I'm always free and I need to find something to do besides sitting around, sleeping or eating." Her appetite had been strange recently, but she was blaming it on the move and stability; bodies had a tendency to freak out if you traveled too much maybe it was the same if you spent your entire life traveling as she had. "I like the way you think." she nodded. "I've tried a few places but I want something different." she shrugged. "I read something about some food trucks in town? Maybe we can go there." @rubywritesrp

Ruby’s smile was easy and warm as she shifted her weight onto one hip, arms folding loosely in front of her. "Honestly? I can really go any time," she admitted with a little shrug, her tone light. "I don’t have a set schedule right now, which is kind of a miracle." She laughed softly, the sound breezy but genuine. "So if you’re free, we can absolutely make it happen." Her head tilted thoughtfully, and that little spark of spontaneity danced in her eyes. "Actually, there’s a ton of great places to eat around here, too." she trailed off, smile curling a little wider, "We make a day of it. Get your photos, soak up the pretty views, and then reward yourself with something really good after." Ruby's eyes glittered as she added with a soft laugh, "Because let’s be real, hiking is great and all, but I’m very motivated by the promise of food. afterwards"

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"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't planning to listen to you." Madeleine countered, eyes focused on the other as he continued to pour out more of him than she thought necessary. She hadn't necessarily asked though she guessed her statement that everyone was gorgeous here had been enough of an invitation. "At least your consistent." she shrugged, laughing as she relaxed her shoulders. Maybe it was something in the air. Maybe she was deprived but something in her gut told her that this man wasn't the only one that would be eager to talk about his encounters in the bedroom; or maybe it was just her focusing on the wrong thing. A shrug before she returned her attention to him, letting his words fill the air. "Oh well that makes sense." She’d never confirmed the theory herself, but Madeleine had always heard that steak was considered an aphrodisiac—which made sense, given how easily he’d summed up his sexual history. "You work every day though? And still find time to do other stuff?" It wasn't a jab, in fact she admired it. Maybe she'd find him to be inspiring, both in extra curricular activities and in work ethic. "Traveling's always kind of been my thing." she admitted with a shrug. "I like photography but it started mixing with work a few years ago so now I don't do it as often without it being something I do for work." a nod. "Surfing sounds fun, though I don't think I'd ever be able to learn how to surf now." she wasn't quite as steady on her feet these days as she'd once been. @sebastianxthomas

He laughed, glad that she did catch what he said. 'I was testing you to see if you were listening to me or not, ' Sebastain chuckled. he was one who talked fast and sometimes too much, so he liked to test people. "But I am clean now and have always been, I am a good boy that gets tested like once a year, if not twice, just because it's good to do it," and would keep himself safe when he was with anyone. "I mean that doesn't always mean much, people can take off a ring," he had seen that before, sadly. He smiled as he looked around for a moment. "I am a chef at the steak house in town, so I am there every day and come in early to prep the kitchen, and a few times I come in during the day to do orders and things," he smiled at her. "But besides bed wrestling? I guess I like traveling, when the weather is right, I like surfing and swimming, snowboarding, and cooking. Is that cheating with my job?" he laughed. "What about you?" he asked, wondering about her job and hobbies. @madeleinefoster

[madeleinefoster]

"It really is a good thing." she nodded, eyes lingering on the other for a moment as her previous conversation partner had found himself eagerly talking to someone else. Good. At least now Madeleine didn't feel the need to dart back and forth between the two tonight. She only had her eyes on one anyways. Lips pressed against the glass of water that she'd ordered when she arrived, she sipped it, eager to have something to distract her racing mind. His voice brought a sense of comfort - which should've been scary enough for Madeleine to want to stay away, but like a moth drawn to a flame she was eager for more, her eyes searching him as he confessed to being a decent cook. It was in that moment she realized he was the one that cooked. Which to Madeleine meant either he was single and it was a 'dad night' or if the child's mother wasn't around. Madeleine didn't think most dads knew how to cook chicken nuggets much less cauliflower rice. Yet she didn't ask, letting the weight of that thought leave her mind. She'd find out in due time. With her second whiskey sour in front of her she turned, nimble fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass before she rose it slightly a nod of her head as a smile spread across her lips. "A toast." she repeated, eyes meeting his again. "To finding the best damn whiskey sour in this town." @galexpeterson

Gale felt bad for the other, who seemed to be slightly insulted for the fact his conversation partner had been hijacked. At least up until a pint of beer was set in front of him. Funny how alcohol seemed to be the solution to so many things. Blue hues darted back to the woman's face, letting out a chuckle when she confirmed it was the best she had ever had. "Good thing you listened to a local's advice, then." His answer sounded, figuring he should feel somewhat honoured that she even chose to listen rather than go the way she had already drawn for herself when she had set out on her motorcycle earlier that evening. When she ordered another drink, he ordered a simple beer, figuring that would be safe to start with, especially since he wanted to be able to leave on his motor safely later on. He wouldn't judge on her drinking though, not until she would grab her keys with a slight wobble in her step, but that moment was far away. "No such thing. I'm a decent cook." He told her, offering her an amused smile. "No, just.. Living life as it comes to me, offers and all." Gale said eventually, looking up when their drinks were put in front of them, he took hold of his glass, some of the foam sliding down the sides, and he held it up to her. "A toast." @madeleinefoster