|girl_acedia (girl_acedia) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2017-08-25 11:46:00
|Entry tags:||saint christopher, sloth|
Who: Sloth, St Christopher
When: Friday 25 August
Where: Out on the streets
What: Sloth is lost, again
Warnings: Swearing and mentions of naughty vices I imagine
"Oh Christ, my head," Sloth groaned, trying to peel her eyelids apart. Her mouth felt like the inside of a sock. She groaned again, in case anyone was near, and she could get them to help her. There were footsteps, but they just kept moving, even sped up a little as they passed. Sloth managed to get one eye open, and pushed herself up.
Turned out, she was lying under a park bench. She swore loudly as she cracked her head on the underside of the bench, making a passing woman with a child shoot her a filthy look. Not that she cared. She clutched her head and moaned, shuffling sideways onto the grass. Some good Samaritan had left a bottle of water next to her, although she gave it a quick sniff to see if it was alcoholic. She wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that it wasn't. She splashed water on her face and vigorously rubbed her eyes and lurched to her feet, blinking in the daylight.
Well, the first trick was figuring out where she'd ended up. She remembered telling Wrath she was going out for snacks, then meeting a couple of dealer friends on the way, who had mentioned a party, which had various "refreshments", and then... Sloth wasn't one to try hard at much, and forcing herself to remember things was too hard, so she just started off down the path towards the park gates to see if she could see where she'd ended up.
And... nope. Not a clue. And looking like she'd slept under a bench wasn't helpful in getting people to stop and talk to her either. "Fuck," she said, jamming her hands in her jacket pockets, then, "Oh sweet," as she discovered the packet of Red Vines from yesterday.