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That Callie willingly played along to suggestion, by passive predilection or confluent thought, Judith appreciated it regardless. Taking a menu in one hand, beer in the other, Judith had a glance down the listing. All salt and fat, bar fare to evoke thirst and further spending. When it came to pecuniary expense, Judith was in favor of petrol and liquor before food. But what did it matter now? Why live parsimoniously when there may be no tomorrow to make use of the prior day's savings?
"Y'know," Judith began, taking another drink, "Food doesn't sound all too bad right now." she agreed. Many of the dishes had cheese, sauce coatings, and viscous condiments that dripped. Something a little more bland and dry appealed to her. Judith slotted the menu back in its holder. "Some kind of chicken would be good. Fried, grilled, I don't give a shit." she said dismissively with a shrug. "If you could get a couple fingers of whiskey and a pitcher of beer to go with it, all the better." The whiskey especially. Though the beer's carbonation helpfully hastened inebriation, it wasn't enough. Judith wanted something that kicked harder, faster. If only to take the edge from her senses a little sooner.
"Y'know," Judith began, taking another drink, "Food doesn't sound all too bad right now." she agreed. Many of the dishes had cheese, sauce coatings, and viscous condiments that dripped. Something a little more bland and dry appealed to her. Judith slotted the menu back in its holder. "Some kind of chicken would be good. Fried, grilled, I don't give a shit." she said dismissively with a shrug. "If you could get a couple fingers of whiskey and a pitcher of beer to go with it, all the better." The whiskey especially. Though the beer's carbonation helpfully hastened inebriation, it wasn't enough. Judith wanted something that kicked harder, faster. If only to take the edge from her senses a little sooner.