<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chablis? Chalk me up as a skeptic on it's lack of flintiness, but..<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Sure, I'm game. Let's give it a try. I'm not actually overly fussy, just have my preferences, ya know?"<br/><br/>I look around from my seat, and start fully taking in the room, while she starts pouring glasses. I hadn't noticed until she mentioned it, but the wall are bare, and the whole place is pretty much devoid of decoration.<br/><br/>"I know you mean. Everything was so chaotic at the end, that when Steffy and I bolted, we took what we could fit into about a dozen suitcases. Not sure if she managed to get anything else out, but I don't think she so. I guess it made moving easier anyway." *sigh*<br/><br/>She walks over with two glasses in hand and hands me one. <br/><br/>"Thank you." I take a sip and don't grimmace, so that's good.<br/><br/>"Good idea!" I say, kicking my own heels off. "Oohhhh, that's much better ... Where's a masseuse when you need one right? Heh heh."<br/><br/>I take another sip, and then another sip after Jaclyn's toast. <br/><br/>"Sköl. To friends. I just recently learned that. It's the Norwegian equivalent to cheers, apparently. I just learned ... <strong><em>relearned,</em></strong> I guess, that I'm mostly Norwegian. The things you relearn when you remeet your parents."<br/><br/>Another sip, and I'm quickly putting a dent into my glass.<br/><br/>"Mmm, this is growing on me," I remark, looking at my glass. "Sooo anyway, it looks like you came out alright? Steffy and I were worried. Oh! Did she tell you? We saw you and that other woman live on the news, up on the roof. It's weird though, I've been reading online, and I haven't seen anything about it, not even a brief mention. Have you?"</span></span>