Just a detour | Closed RP


Victoria glanced down at her half-full whisky glass with a zoned out expression, swirling it lazily as it sloshed around the bottom and sides. The ice had long since melted, watering it down slightly. Honestly, she had come to Edinburgh on a whim, though not particularly to visit Robert as much as one of his cities. A change of space? A need to get away from the current stress giving her a headache? Who knows. Still, not that she’d ever tell him, his folks did make some decent whisky. Hers was still better of course.