Lying in bed, Christine Weston (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=192866.msg9402221#msg9402221) stared out the little window of her room, watching for schools of fish that swam by, illuminated by the lights of the city beyond. In Rapture, it was always night, even when it was in the middle of the day, something the girl still wanted to gripe about every now and then. She missed the sun, but every single time she caught a glimpse of the city skyline, all thoughts of sunshine would be pushed aside for the moment as she convinced herself that it was worth missing out on the sun for the view.<br/><br/>A knock on her door was heard, shaking Christine out of her reverie. "Christine, we need more wine, be a dear and go pick some up will you?" The voice belonged to her mother, a tall, pale woman, with copper hair a few shades darker than her daughter's and a penchant for flaunting her wealth in front of others, which explained the many dinner parties like the one she has having tonight, that she and Christine's father hosted in their apartment in Olympus Heights.<br/><br/>Knowing that anything other than obedience would be more trouble than it was worth, Christine picked herself off her bed with a sigh and threw on a stylish cream-colored coat, not to look good, but to hide the more plain dress that she had on underneath. Christine did not share her mother's need to look her best all the time, though she still wanted to avoid an unnecessary chiding for looking 'ordinary' as the woman would say. Avoiding the dining room where the party was being held, Christine picked up a wad of money from the drawer in the main hall where her parents kept some spare cash, stuffing it into the pocket of her coat as she left the apartment and headed in the direction of the metro.<br/><br/>A short bathysphere ride later, Christine had arrived at Fort Frolic. As was usually the case, the place was full of people milling about, mostly here to unwind after a long day in one of the many entertainment venues around. Amongst the crowd were a couple of families with young children, which caused Christine's thoughts to turn to those of the girls at the orphanage where she worked. She had been trying for some time to find out what had happened to one of the girls who had seemingly disappeared off the face of the Earth after being adopted, but had been making little progress on that front, since she did not want to kick over too many, or rather, the wrong rocks in the process of her search.<br/><br/>Resolving to put in more effort into her search, Christine pushed all thoughts of the missing girl out of her mind for now to focus on her task at hand. A frequent visitor to the record shop in the area, Christine was familiar with her surroundings and quickly found her way to her destination - Sinclair Spirits. Pushing open the doors, Christine made her way into the bar, which like the rest of Fort Frolic had its fair share of occupants for the evening. Catching the attention of the barman with a slight wave of her hand, the redhead offered him a polite smile, reaching into her pocket at the same time. "Two bottles of your best wine please, and a bag to carry them in."<br/><br/>