Beer bottles. Beer.
They calmed her, and left her in that slight drunken stupor where her thoughts and emotions, could be repressed, would be forgotten.
No homicides, no deaths, no Hoyt; only her and her fuzzed out brain by beer.
That was her, until she met her - Maura Isles.


Wine. She has a glass of pinot noir, and it relaxes her.
The health benefits of a glass would too be beneficial.
She wonders if the logic applies to the woman before her; with her best friend's choice of beer.
Maybe they calm her, the alcohol relaxes her, but beer serves no health purposes. She wonders.
She had been made to try beer, by her - Jane Rizzoli.


A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~