"That and more," Eliot promised her in response to the question of booze. Not that he'd know from experience, but if Fillory was lacking in the alcohol department, there was a good chance it was scant on other intoxicants. At least in comparison to the City.
As for her other question: "Yeah. Welcome back to the headache that is Time and Our Lives." He managed to make it sound like the title of a soap opera. It wasn't difficult. "It's been a little over three months since I dropped out of the Neitherlands."
Which was certainly long enough to establish a solid mental database of bars in each district. The one he steered them towards was a dim, hushed cocktail establishment, where each table was ensconced in its own little alcove for the purposes of privacy. Eventually, Margo would get the grand introduction to the City she deserved, but for now? They needed a hole in the wall. Somewhere they wouldn't be bothered or noticed overmuch.
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As for her other question: "Yeah. Welcome back to the headache that is Time and Our Lives." He managed to make it sound like the title of a soap opera. It wasn't difficult. "It's been a little over three months since I dropped out of the Neitherlands."
Which was certainly long enough to establish a solid mental database of bars in each district. The one he steered them towards was a dim, hushed cocktail establishment, where each table was ensconced in its own little alcove for the purposes of privacy. Eventually, Margo would get the grand introduction to the City she deserved, but for now? They needed a hole in the wall. Somewhere they wouldn't be bothered or noticed overmuch.