[There was that bottle of Gin. That, a few limes, ice, and a handwritten will.
The will might be a bit much, she doesn't even own anything of real value, but it's a gesture. Some semblance of normalcy. Finality. Conviction. She has no idea. She just knows one will be written or recorded before the night is over.]
At your leisure then, Doctor Law. As ever, I follow your lead.
[Action, June 12th]
[There was that bottle of Gin. That, a few limes, ice, and a handwritten will.
The will might be a bit much, she doesn't even own anything of real value, but it's a gesture. Some semblance of normalcy. Finality. Conviction. She has no idea. She just knows one will be written or recorded before the night is over.]
At your leisure then, Doctor Law. As ever, I follow your lead.