[Clare unconsciously draws close to Junior in the dimly-lit bar, glancing around nervously. They don't let go of his hand even when they're inside - again with the lack of regard for personal space. Clare's hand is warm and soft, and feels less heavy than perhaps it ought to be, even considering Clare is so petite.
As the bar itself comes into view, Clare's nervousness is eclipsed by interest, and they tug Junior over to it.]
I would like a daiquiri please. [Clare asks with the solemnity of a child who has to work up their courage to talk to a clerk at the grocery store.]
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As the bar itself comes into view, Clare's nervousness is eclipsed by interest, and they tug Junior over to it.]
I would like a daiquiri please. [Clare asks with the solemnity of a child who has to work up their courage to talk to a clerk at the grocery store.]