#northroxton.start

It's their second hot-toddy. River didn't even really like them. Hand over fist, a splash of brandy into a piping hot cup of cider was the way to go. With cheeks reddened from their second chair lift ride, it was impossible not to enjoy the blast of heat from the many fireplaces inside the lodge. "Mmm." Lids slipped shut over hazy blues while they did their best to savor the flavor of the lemon. Honestly? Someone could have slipped them hot sludge and they'd probably have savored it just as well. "Thank the cosmos that I'm not on call tonight." Settling back into one of the larger, over-stuffed sofas, River kicked their feet up onto the coffee table before them- hot-toddy still in hand... And nearly empty. "I am definitely having another one of these. No, wait." They'd shook their head. "Not one of these. Something else. Something better." With a glint in their eye, they turned to smile at the other person. "Suggestions?"

dizzy peaks

Maybe it was her father’s insistence. Or-perhaps, it had been her need to get out of the house before that unfortunately familiar feeling came creeping back. It was the worst kind of nostalgia, or déjà vu. A reminder that no matter how much you wanted people to change, sometimes they just stayed on repeat, like a bad song on the radio. 

It wasn’t her father’s fault- not entirely. A person can only be who they were and her dad was the most stubborn human being she had ever met. It was her own fault for expecting too much. She knew better now. A sigh escaped her lips as she drank and watched people attempt to strike conversations with complete strangers. Singles Mix & Mingle wasn’t exactly her thing, but Dizzy Peaks had beer and it was close to her office, so it won out in the end. When someone sat next to her, she furrowed her brows and quickly shook her head. “Look, I’m flattered and I know this is a singles mixer and everything, but that guy at the end of the bar has already tried all the lines in the book. I’m honestly just here for food and beer.”