[ It's been... a day, for Claire. The rain and its levels of miserable had made people walk into the hospital more readily, complaining about everything under the sun and suddenly turning out so truthful about everything, from their small niggles to their broken marriages. Nothing Claire really wanted to be a part of, basically.
And that? She found herself telling people, instead of keeping it to herself as she usually would. Which led to arguments, hurt feelings, and even almost a fistfight, at some point.
Really, Claire is done with today, and she wants - and deserves - a drink, and so she goes and get one. When she finds herself sitting next to Vasquez, it's not even on purpose, because she isn't much in the mood, either. But she orders a Lagavulin and sits, ignoring his complaining as she replies in Spanish. ]
I'm not even here to talk to you, Vasquez. Just want a drink.
ii.
And that? She found herself telling people, instead of keeping it to herself as she usually would. Which led to arguments, hurt feelings, and even almost a fistfight, at some point.
Really, Claire is done with today, and she wants - and deserves - a drink, and so she goes and get one. When she finds herself sitting next to Vasquez, it's not even on purpose, because she isn't much in the mood, either. But she orders a Lagavulin and sits, ignoring his complaining as she replies in Spanish. ]
I'm not even here to talk to you, Vasquez. Just want a drink.