Maria was hungover. She'd been drinking to keep a slight buzz for a few weeks now, but since her brother's visit in December, she had kept it to just enough to stave off the inevitable hangover. Late last night she'd been surfing on her phone to kill time - because who could just sleep at night - and had seen a fellow Were posting on Winsta about these support groups they went to. Something called The Belby Assembly.
The details had eluded her as she had drifted off cradling her bottle of vodka, but when she'd woken the name of the group had stuck out to her.
She didn't need a support group, but, like, maybe this would get Wes "Carlisle" off her arse?
She wandered in Tuesday and asked at the front desk for where she should go, and they pointed her towards the 'Volunteer Coordinator'. The dude looked about as put together as they did, and she hadn't even brushed her hair that morning and her hoodie was like four times too big - honestly, it might actually be her father's, she didn't know.
"Um, hi." She said, interrupting the man at his desk.