A few drinks in, Amy could feel her head beginning to spin, and chuckled.
"I haven't drunk in so long." She told Sinden.
"Oh really?" He asked, watching her in amusement as she studied the glass, picking it up and peering into it with curiosity.
"Alcohol, anyway." She looked up suddenly. "This is alcohol, right? It's not something weird and... spacey, is it?"
"Nope," He reassured her. "Good, old fashioned, Earth alcohol. That drink you have contains a large amount of vodka, if you know what that is."
"Oh, believe me, I know." She chuckled, downing the smooth purple liquid. "Can I have... that one?" She said, pointing at a random drink on the menu without paying much attention. She slid the pen back over to Brint, who charged her accordingly.
"So you know your alcohol?" He asked as he watched her taking a sip of the electric blue drink now placed in front of her. "Have you studied it?"
"Oh, you could say that." She told him, thinking of her teenage years. "Not that Rory ever liked it."
"Rory?" He asked.
"My... ex. We would sneak drinks from my Aunt's liquor cabinet and drink it out in the shed." She told him, her words slurring together. "He never liked it, though. Said we could have fun without it. God he was boring!" She finished, and downed the drink.
"Shed?" Sinden asked. "I haven't heard of anyone having a shed in centuries!" He said with a laugh. "You're a strange girl, Amy."
"It's not fair to call him boring, though." She backpedalled, "He just liked things simple, you know?" She stirred her drink with her straw, feeling guilty.
"Did you love him?" Sinden asked her abruptly, and she blinked. He waited patiently for an answer.
"He was my best friend." Amy said, trying to summon up an explanation. "He was always there for me," She told him. "When others weren't."
"That's all very well and good," Sinden replied, "But there needs to be more than that to make a relationship work. If you didn't-"
"Of course I loved him." She snapped, feeling guilty. 'Not in the right way, though' the little voice in her head added silently. "Doesn't matter anyway, it's over. He's gone." She took a big gulp of her drink, draining it.
"Another drink for the lady," Sinden instructed Brint. "How about... A Boynton Mojito?"
Kids, don't drink, and say NO to drugs. Okay?
Can anyone tell me how far I can go before I hit the 'M' rating mark? Just wondering? Don't read too much into this, cos, you know, spoilers...