Brennybear (upinflames) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-03-15 16:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-07 |
Build God, Then We'll Talk
Who: Bren and Jokull
Where: a coffee shop in Ann Arbor
When: early afternoon, right before this
Bren had actually been up before noon today, under her own power instead of Bogart needing to be walked or something. So she got out of bed, got dressed, and headed into Ann Arbor, heading for the mall. She went, noted down things she might buy, then left, wanting food before she did any actual shopping. For some reason, she tended to spend more when she was hungry, and she had to be careful about money. She wasn't quite making enough for rent every week, which meant she was relying on her savings, which meant said savings had to last another month and a half or she might have to get a second job or something, knowing there were basically no more hours to be had at her current one.
So she walked into the coffee shop, taking off her sunglasses and sticking them in her bag. It was sunny, finally, and not so humid, a pleasant day for a fire elemental. She was still a little giddy from working with Neil the previous day, so close to level five she could almost taste it. At the same time though, she was weighed down heavily. Mosiah, of course, was still on her mind, which was getting seriously annoying, he should just quit his bullshit right now so she could have a little fucking peace. And of course, she couldn't really rely on Dagmar for support, because between her sister in the hospital and Daddy Dickhead, Dagmar had her own problems. Bren, for obvious reasons, was deeply unimpressed with men who abused their familial power, and Dagmar's dad fit that to a T, selling her and her mom off to vampires for deals. She wondered to herself who was worse -- her brother or Dagmar's father.
Apparently she looked as angry as she felt, because the barista was sortof staring at her warily. It took serious control not to burn his stupid face off.