OOC:
Just flip back a few pages and- dare I say it- read, Joe!
IC:
Genevieve stands up, and slowly makes her way to the bar. Hugging her hood close, she regrets standing and walking from the fire... The air was colder where there was no flame. She reaches behind the bar and grabs a bottle of white wine, and a glass. She removes the cork, and pours some of the wine into the glass, before returning to her seat, after leaving the bottle on the counter.
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