POISON
"What's your poison?" June asked, leaning over the bar.
It was empty, save for her and Mai. They snuck in. The place was dilapidated and old, and must have been abandoned at some point during the war. Four of the walls were scorched and rocks were crumbling beneath the marks.
"Do they even have anything left here?" Mai asked, sitting down on one of the chairs. It snapped under her and she jumped up. June laughed.
"Yeah, actually. They have a surprising selection for a ghost town." June grabbed a dusty bottle and wiped off the grit. "It's an awful selection, actually, but, still surprising."
"I'm surprised you're not dead. Are you ever not drinking?" Mai asked, watching June open the bottle. She was not going to drink any of that stuff; she did not want to keel over on the ground.
"I'm always drinking because if I stop I think the collective hangover will kill me," June said earnestly, wiping two cups clean on her clothes.
Mai stared at her as she poured two of them.
"I'm not drinking that."
"Are you scared? Is the big bad conqueror scared?"
"Ugh. Give me one," Mai said, holding out her hand.
