Who: Inanna & Open What: Drinks Where:The Granary When: Friday, Jan 12th, 2010 -- Evening Rating: G Status: Incomplete
It had been a long week. A long, long week. No one could deny that. The students were still uneasy and she could hardly blame them. If she had been in their positions back when she had been their age. She'd have been scared out of her mind. When she had been imbued... her first instinct had been to run after all. But that was over a decade ago now. God... How the bloody hell had she stayed alive this long? Eyes roamed over the bar top underneath the mostly empty glass her hands had casually laid them selves around. Her body felt automatic, each movement almost controlled by another force. As if she was no longer part of her own life. A clear disconnect from reality. Some deeper part feared she was losing her mind again but she knew she wasn't. This was something else, a different sort of haze. The bartender strolled by and a faint smile was given to the woman. With the question of another refill on her gin and tonic Inanna simply nodded and downed that last gulp in her current glass before pushing it back towards the bartender.
She'd almost said it. Almost. What a horrible way to say it. Though at the same time.... It's not like she had the guts to go there. They loved each other and that should be enough. It was enough. It had to be enough. She didn't need to complicate it. She wouldn't complicate it. Though at the same time, none of it was real. Over the years she'd had her mind fucked with enough to think she'd be capable of recognizing the false from the real but it seemed even she still had a long way to go. A long way to go and not enough sodding time to do it in. tick, tick, tick.
The TV's blared on with some game or another and off to her right she could hear the crack of a new rack of billiard balls being split. Voices murmured in low conversations around her and once in a while there was a burst of laughter from some group or another. One of the few things that had never changed over her years was the bars. It'd never mattered the location she'd found her self in... China, Russia, Newfoundland, France, Germany, Spain, Egypt, Mali, Namibia, New Zealand, Finland, Canada, Brazil, Chili, Madagascar, Italy, Korea, India, America, the Philippines... Australia... England... Japan. She'd always found the bars. They were one of the few places that were always familiar. Even if the language was foreign, even if the crowd didn't like her, even if the booze was odd... It was always the bars.
Glancing over her to her right a pool table opened up. Remaining seated for a moment she continued to debate the move over to the table. Maybe shooting a few would help clear her mind further. Let her escape her own reality. The sound of the new glass of gin and tonic hitting the bar in front of her caused distant eyes to wonder back. Giving Rachel a nod and a faint smile again a hand wrapped around the glass. The wonder lust was striking again. As it often did to someone who spent their life running.