#rphoenixstarter

If anyone were to ask, Lily was celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. She was certainly not getting drunk just to get drunk -- that’d be horribly improper of her. She took back another shot that she ordered from the bartender, starting to feel the signs of tipsiness. She orders a beer, deciding to slow down a bit. The night is young after all; there’s no need to rush. 

She feels someone sit down next to her but she ignores them in favor of taking a sip of her new beer. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day,” she murmurs to herself, not feeling all that celebratory. 

“How do you not suspect foul play? No desire to self harm, run away, or quit-- and a total disappearance? What? He just went on a secret hol and fucked off to Malta for a week or two?”

“Oh please, don’t bring that up, it was ages ago. And the story makes me come off as some sort of unbelievably talented super star-I’d hate to bore you with it.” Benjy swirls the ice cubes around in his whiskey glass and takes another sip.