<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/187a/mfz6utjfq59eiy06g.jpg)<div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div>Lots of December Birthdays! Who knew?<br/><br/>"Really?! Both of you too? Mine's the 6th..." I trail off, looking between the two as if if to ask when theirs is.<br/><br/>I find out that the first drink is on the house, and I'm about to say "Oh, thank you!" or some version of that, when someone vaguely familiar offers to buy me a drink afterwards. This happens sometimes. Used to happen a lot right after my drugging. I'd be approached by people who knew me, but would be clueless who they were. This would lead to awkwardness or embarrassment or outright misunderstanding of intentions.<br/><br/>I've learned to handle it a bit better now. Whereas before I might have taken her offer of buying me my next drink as her hitting on me, I'm sane enough to reason out that 1. She knows my name, and 2. She just seems friendly. I don't get a bad vibe about her either.<br/><br/>"Mmm ... Well I can't pass up free drinks. Ever make a Hotty Toddy? I mean there's like a thousand different variations, but ... Well they all take the chill off."<br/><br/>I turn to my semi-familiar, future drink benefactor, (who I've learned through the course of conversation is named Debbie, which also seems familiar) and *smile*<br/><br/>"Well I'm doing much better now, than several months ago ... in no small part, thanks to all of you, and of course Steffy. God sends, all of you. Seriously. I'm the who should be buying all the drinks."