"We'll make it a drinking date then. Pour our worst stories into a bottle of booze." It wouldn't be her first or last time. Hawke and her friends are drinkers and true believers of alcohol as a perfectly reasonable coping mechanism. She smiles and then hands one of the blades to Elektra again. "Let's go have a spar. We'll see how good we both are with them." IT's the least she can do.


[wrap maybe for this one?]