the wine, the beer, the whiskey are the only things that fix me

[pacificator]

Who: Wynonna Earp & you!
What: recuperating after March-April, reaping consequences, etc
When: backdated to late April-May
Where: the Saloon (the old Post Office)

Content Warnings: Alcoholism, a little light cannibalism, others to be listed as needed

Comments

[tinstar]

[He gives her a shit-eating grin, continuing his idle, by ear plucking that manifesting itself into a familiar theme for him. He knew this music, heart and soul, easy as he leans on a barstool.]

Sure, but how many of us know what that is? Half our population is from before the '50s at least.

But-[He continues, with a lift of his eyebrows-] now that you've pointed it out, that is kinda strange. Unless you take into account just how isolate outta the way places can be. Hell, there are places in Kentucky that still doesn't have power and Google can't find. Deep roots are resistant to change.