She helped London put away the groceries as she listened to him talk, sliding the 6 packs into the fridge on the bottom shelf. "I'm not much of a beer drinker. I can't stand the taste of it much." She turned her head and smiled at him. "If I want something, I'll just ask Esther if I can take her car to get some vodka and something to mix it with. But you're right; I'm not much of a drinker. When I do though, there is no telling what I'll do." She laughed nervously, trying not to even think about what might happen.<br/><br/>She had never been drunk in her life, only drinking at weddings or family gatherings. The friends that she did have weren't drinkers. Most of them were church goers, and although she wasn't she got along with them.<br/><br/>She walked over to the island and jumped up on it, crossing her legs as she watched London continue to empty bags and put things away. "You were a writer? Why did you stop?" She bit her lip and looked down at her legs, swinging them back and forth. "I love to write, for fun that is. I'd be too nervous to show my writing to anyone." She looked up slightly at him.<br/><br/>London seemed to be a nice guy. A little shy like her but she was already warming up to everyone and felt more comfortable talking London than the girls.