[...She's not a huge fan of Racetrack, but free booze is always a good thing. So fine. She'll bite.]
[Figuratively.]
[Elena knocks on the cabin door after a while and folds her arms. She can tolerate being around Racetrack for at least a few glasses of whatever she's got stocked up in there and then she's outie. Zero conversation about feelings though or Jeremy for that matter. All of that is good and well pushed down.]
magically transformed into spam
[Figuratively.]
[Elena knocks on the cabin door after a while and folds her arms. She can tolerate being around Racetrack for at least a few glasses of whatever she's got stocked up in there and then she's outie. Zero conversation about feelings though or Jeremy for that matter. All of that is good and well pushed down.]