Who: Brigid Mullet and open! When: August 24th. Evening. Where: A pub in London What: Brigid decides it's about time to get out and about. Rating: PG for now, will change as necessary. Status: Incomplete
Okay. That was it. She'd given herself four days to sit down and sulk over the loss. And by "sulk" she really meant "get over the massive hangover" and "let her body recover" from both the match and the aftermath. She was still a little fuzzy on the details, but she was sure that she didn't really want to remember. Brigid really didn't sulk, and she was normally a very good sport about losing matches. However, this one just seemed different.
No matter now. It was four days later and she was ready to get out of the house again. She could never be cooped up for long anyhow. So, throwing on a skirt and fashionable top, not caring that her legs were slightly bruised ("Battle Scars" as Shay had called them). She was ready to have some fun, and fun Brigid was going to have.
Settling down in one of her favourite hole in the wall pubs Brigid nursed her latest pint. Deciding that the music wasn't to her liking she placed her pint on top of the jukebox, put her coins in and flipped through the music. There had to be something good in here.