A drinking question
Apr. 6th, 2007 09:34 pmI don't drink, and consequently know nothing about alcohol. Thus, I put this to those who do: Fraser, Thatcher, and either RayV or RayK (I haven't decided yet) walk into a bar. What do they order? Water for Fraser, I know, but what about the other two?
(This has nothing to do with taking advantage of the fact that dS and Cupid are both set in Chicago during roughly the same span of years. Nothing at all. *whistles innocently*)*
Still working on the Yukon one, BTW. After 4,500 words, Fraser and Thatcher are finally setting off on the dogsledding trip that's the whole point of the fic. Er. They kept wanting to talk, and then there were of course awkward silences and half-finished sentences, and a dead body plays a rather large part in the whole thing, so that had to be dealt with...
I'm really not making anyone want to read this fic, am I?
* And yes, I realize that in all likelihood I'm the only person on the whole internet who would want to read such a thing, but writing for one's own pleasure is a worthy purpose, right? Right.
(This has nothing to do with taking advantage of the fact that dS and Cupid are both set in Chicago during roughly the same span of years. Nothing at all. *whistles innocently*)*
Still working on the Yukon one, BTW. After 4,500 words, Fraser and Thatcher are finally setting off on the dogsledding trip that's the whole point of the fic. Er. They kept wanting to talk, and then there were of course awkward silences and half-finished sentences, and a dead body plays a rather large part in the whole thing, so that had to be dealt with...
I'm really not making anyone want to read this fic, am I?
* And yes, I realize that in all likelihood I'm the only person on the whole internet who would want to read such a thing, but writing for one's own pleasure is a worthy purpose, right? Right.
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Date: 2007-04-07 04:50 am (UTC)Thank you for answering my question before I'd even asked it. ;)
Maybe shots?
Shots of...?
And Thatcher, I bet, orders a beer when she wants to be "one of the boys" and a froofy fruity mixed drink when she doesn't.
Somehow she doesn't strike me as going for froo-froo stuff in any part of her life, but it wouldn't ping me as terribly out of place if I read it, I guess. I think it probably would depend on her mood at the time. FWIW, this is set the evening after a long, irritating day in court or something. (I need her to be in the Mountie uniform purely so my "The British are coming!" joke will work. *g*)
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Date: 2007-04-07 04:56 am (UTC)And in that scenario, I'd almost have Thatcher ordering a cosmopolitan, or something - which is basically a martini with cranberry juice. Sort of the "I'm relaxed and being me" drink instead of the "I am one of the boys!" drink or the "Despite the uniform I am, in fact, female!" drink.
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Date: 2007-04-07 05:07 am (UTC)And in that scenario, I'd almost have Thatcher ordering a cosmopolitan, or something - which is basically a martini with cranberry juice. Sort of the "I'm relaxed and being me" drink instead of the "I am one of the boys!" drink or the "Despite the uniform I am, in fact, female!" drink.
Ah. Okay, that makes sense. I can definitely see her with that last statement running through her head. *g*