Lottie needed a drink or five after the day she had endured. Her classes had been bad enough but the visit from the commander to the university had shaken her to the core and she was thoroughly miserable. She slid into a seat at the bar far earlier that she should of and trying not to mourn the loss of The Apothecary, which she hoped would only be temporary. She ordered herself a double vodka and had only just started it when she saw a familiar figure. “Jim, hey. How are you?” she called, catching his attention.
Another? || Jim and Lottie
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Lottie's wild adventure 