<strong>Tagged:</strong>Alex<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rusty Mullet<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wiggy had still been trying to orientate herself by the time she was practically dumped onto the bar stool, her mind reeling from the act of diving into a world so far out her comfort zone. She had heard Alex rattling on about “vampires” and “getting plastered” earlier, but wasn’t quite able to put the words together during their rushed little walk over. All she could recall was the nigh-impossible attempts to dodge almost every person they passed and beyond that, she couldn't care less about plastered vampires or horribly named bars. Now that she was seated however, she could finally take stock of the situation and apparently while enjoying a cool beer. She looked down curiously at the froth-filled mug when suddenly Alex clinked it with his own and cheerfully exclaimed, “For surviving another day!”<br/><br/>Wiggy instantly smiled at the gesture as she realized what they were doing, celebrating a victory! Something she had only ever heard of rather than participated in. Without a second thought, she followed Alex’s lead and took a swig of her own golden-brown drink. It tasted bitter on her tongue, almost as much as the feeling that she hadn’t really earned it during that attack. Since it was unlikely she would be able to do such a thing again however she was willing to live with the guilt.<br/><br/>“Yuck, this beer tastes like battery acid,” she exclaimed with a grimace as she slammed the mug back down on the bar, “Please don’t tell me that you celebrate with this gunk every win.” Wiggy figured that it was likely used more to forget than to enjoy, especially considering the dangerous lives racers led, but this didn’t make it any easier to swallow. Still, she wasn’t about to say no to a free drink. Alex was paying after all… right?