☆ ν ε г ι т γ ☄ (thelivewire) wrote in wished, @ 2010-03-08 01:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !1998: 03, !incomplete, titus scabior, verity weller |
WHO: Verity Weller & Trev Scabior
WHAT: Verity's freaking out
WHERE: Trev's house
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Cursing!/PG13?/Ongoing
Verity sucked back a sob and managed to school her expression enough that she was able to get out of the grocers with a package of bacon, a bag of onion crisps and three bars of dark chocolate, but without any questions. She was alternating between furious and depressed. The potion she'd been taking must've been faulty, that was the only explanation. That and she'd been stupid, too lazy to double up on protection and now she was fucked royally.
Pulling her hood up over her head, Verity made her way up the hill to Trevor's. What was she doing? She should just be going to Angelina's, but the call of the blessed forgetfulness provided by alcohol was too strong, even though she knew it was wrong.
"Fuck," she murmured, surprising herself when it came out aloud. "People used to drink all the time, back in the fucking dark ages, they drank and smoked and ran away from dinosaurs and Merlin, I'm so fucked."
She shook her head and stopped, realising she'd gone past Trev's house. Doubling back, she made her way up the walk. Shifting the bag of groceries to her other hand, she banged on the door, loudly.