Who: Lucy and Sterling What: Meeting new people When: Monday, evening. Where: a bar Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Lucy’s resolve to avoid the Experience was still going strong, but she was no nun to be happy sequestered away between the white, enclosing walls of her apartment. The chill of the bottle, her first of the night, against her lips helped to ease some of the pent up anxiety. With a silent sigh, she could feel the tension slipping out of her shoulders. Believing even casual conversation was beyond her tonight, Lou had chosen a little out of the way table. She wasn’t hidden by any means, but she wouldn’t be directly between any of the locals and access to their beer. A few more sips though, and she didn’t feel as opposed to company.
She held her beer bottle by its neck and lazily rolled it this way and that against the grain of the table. Her movements were languid and thoughtless, just how she had wanted to feel. Lucy knew that part of what she was experiencing was another step to the processing process of everything that had happened that weekend. Her mind and body had gotten to the step where they didn’t want to actively deal any more – the good step, where thought narrowed down to only the here and now. She considered it a vast improvement to the cycle of worries she got caught up in with nothing to distract her. This was more like the feeling of that illicit high she’d learned about when experimenting with substances in high school when she and her friends group thought there were so badass. Only this one held less risk.
Lou didn’t know what to do any more. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull something that would cause drama with her mother, or if she wanted a break. There was an addiction to the way she craved her mother’s disapproval; at least it was attention of some kind! Gods knew, she wasn’t going to get it through competing with her perfect brothers. But in the end, she’d decided tonight wasn’t about that. Her mind had given up before it could decide if she was still feeling guilty over Saturday or if she wanted to lash back out at the world. So for the time being, she’d opted to dress simply – nothing too far one way or the other.
Her hair was up in a high ponytail and swung back and forth any time she moved her head. Anytime she styled her hair this way, she’d be sure to bop around for at least an hour. It was childish, but she dug the tactile sensation. Her bopping tonight was done for the time being though. Side to side, the bottle twirled again, its golden contents sloshing gently but obscured by the brown glass. For fun, she was wearing her swashbuckling cupcake graphic t-shirt, a gift she’d gotten for the holidays, over a long-sleeved gray shirt to ward off the chill. It was paired with simple, but well-fitting blue jeans. It was one of the outfits she wore simply for her own benefit, not trying to impress or stir up trouble either.