| Friday: February 8, 2008 |
[01 Sep 2009|03:11pm] |
Who: Adrienne and Ivy
When: Evening, after sunset
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Adrienne's feeling a little down, and is attempting to drown her sorrows
Everything had been going too well in Adrienne's world, and life saw fit to kick her in the ass for it. It figured she couldn't be happy forever, and with as much as she had to deal with lately there was just no way she could smile in spite of it all. She tried; she really really did, but it continued to build upon itself until she felt trapped underneath it all. Like Atlas with the weight of the heavens upon his shoulders Adrienne was forced to carry the burden of her troubles.
It had been a near week since she had spoken to Zach let alone see him, and four days since she found out the truth about Danté. He was the one who had bitten her over a year ago, and thrust her into the praeternatural realm. She had come to terms with it, or at least she thought she had until she had spoken to the sociopathic werewolf. Now she was facing all of her self-doubt again, and she was doing it by herself. Sure she had her family, and she had tried to talk to her brother about it, but she ended up shutting down around him. It was like she was trying to protect him and her father again like she had done in the beginning. She didn't lie to them she just neglected to tell them the whole truth.
"Can I get another," Adrienne asked the bartender as she pushed her glass away from her. The bartender filled the glass with ice, and poured whiskey straight over it before handing it back to her. She thanked him, a half smile forming on her lips before she drank half of it in one gulp. Adrienne had no idea why she was drinking since it barely had an effect on her; it always took a shitload of alcohol to get her drunk these days. The girl wasn't a smoker either, but she was smoking now taking a long drag off the cigarette she had bummed from a guy at the Wine Bar. It wasn't like it was going to kill her; there were far worse ways to die in her eyes. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to get addicted to them.
She just didn't want to be herself for one night, and she wanted to forget every bad thing that had happened in the past week.
"More," she said to the bartender. "In fact, leave the bottle here. It's going to be a long night."
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| Friday: February 8, 2008 |
[01 Sep 2009|04:33pm] |
Who: Chris and Charlie [Narrative]
When: Afternoon
Where: Their room at Riley's bungalow
What: Charlie finds out about what Chris has been doing with Hayate
Charlie wouldn't have believed the words on the page if they weren't written in Chris's own hand, but they were. He might have thought she was writing some sort of story if it wasn't written in her diary. Charlie knew he shouldn't have been reading his sister's diary, but she had left it unlocked (probably on accident), and on her bed. It was too much of a temptation for the teenager to overlook entirely. An unlocked diary was like free candy, and what person could resist that?
( Nothing stays hidden forever. )
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