The corners of Zhi's mouth deepened for a moment. She looked down at the table, and propped her head up with her hand. "Whisky," she said.
She knew some Cullers. They hadn't liked her very much the last time they'd parted, but the members had been low on the ladder. Hopefully they were dead by now.
She knew some Cullers. They hadn't liked her very much the last time they'd parted, but the members had been low on the ladder. Hopefully they were dead by now.