>>19552985Amy beamed as she heared Sheila Foster's voice bellowing across the bar, as if this night couldn't get any better Aunty Sheila was here and she saw everything, not that Amy would ever call Sheila by that name - hierarchy and all that - even though she really wanted to. Amy looked to Holly and then to Sheila, then to the barman and ordered three (clean) glasses and a bottle of Bundaberg™ branded Molasses fight juice from the top shelf. Playfully bumping shoulders with Holly Amy stacked the glasses in her hand and slid the bottle towards The Alpha.
>"Seeing as you're all about making amends why don't you gift that to our sempai? Wipe the slate clean."Amy carried the glasses to Sheila's table and placeed all three on the table, one in front of the veteran, one in front of herself and one in front of the unoccupied seat intended for Holly.
>"I didn't get to thank you for taking care of Nicole the other day. If it's okay, I'd... we'd... like to join you for a drink... if you're not busy?"Without waiting for an answer Amy eagerly sat down, it's the first time she'd rested since the morning and the weight of a long day, a gruelling match and a violent brawl suddenly weighed heavily on her shoulders. She felt exhausted but everything about this evening was too good to pass up, she just had to push on, just a little longer.
