#navybuilt03

    Claire keeps her gaze on the wall behind the bar, fingers twisting the neck of the bottle between them before she lifts it to her lips.  ❝ The point of drinking alone is to be alone. ❞ She’s not sure who she’s trying to convince, him or her. She knows better than to think she could be left alone in a space like this ( and even less after her testimonial ) but she supposes a girl can dream.  ❝ Or so I’ve been told. ❞