[ Or so Jim says as he stops in front of Poor Richard's. Not the fanciest bar in town, but it is the homiest one to him, and he figures the low-pressure atmosphere must be good, anyway. The engine's killed and he gets out of his car, walking over to Elle's side to greet her once she steps out. ]
You ready? [ Hands in the pockets of his coat, Jim smiles. ] No turning back now, Bishop.
[ Indeed, she is. In Elle's mind, the reality of consuming her first alcohol beverage can't possibly measure up to her expectation. But she's willing to give it a fair shot. ]
Bring it on, Halpert.
[ She gives him another trademark grin as she studies the bar. So far, she's not impressed. ]
[ Jim doesn't really mind that Elle's standards aren't hit by the ambience. It's the alcohol that's supposed to come as a surprise, anyway. He goes against his word about not going easy on her first, but makes sure to make up for it by fulfilling another promise instead: that her first drink is tequila, even though it's mixed with some sweet fruit juice to dilute its potency.
When both their shots are served, the drink is a nice orange colour. Jim wonders if Elle will notice, but picks his shot up without delay and holds it up with a smile. ]
[ This was all an adventure for Elle. To say she didn't get out much was a bit of an understatement. Basically the only time Bob freed her from her prison was when he had some sort of assignment for her. And somehow whatever she did, she was never ever good enough for him. She was never able to make him proud.
Maybe...she'd be able to make Jim proud at least. ]
Cheers then!
[ She lifted her shot to him and downed it one go. It burned. Not quite as much as she thought it would, though. ]
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[ Or so Jim says as he stops in front of Poor Richard's. Not the fanciest bar in town, but it is the homiest one to him, and he figures the low-pressure atmosphere must be good, anyway. The engine's killed and he gets out of his car, walking over to Elle's side to greet her once she steps out. ]
You ready? [ Hands in the pockets of his coat, Jim smiles. ] No turning back now, Bishop.
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Bring it on, Halpert.
[ She gives him another trademark grin as she studies the bar. So far, she's not impressed. ]
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When both their shots are served, the drink is a nice orange colour. Jim wonders if Elle will notice, but picks his shot up without delay and holds it up with a smile. ]
A toast for good will.
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Maybe...she'd be able to make Jim proud at least. ]
Cheers then!
[ She lifted her shot to him and downed it one go. It burned. Not quite as much as she thought it would, though. ]