Who: Susan and Dean What: He's picking her up, she is far to drunk When: Late Tuesday evening Where: starting at a random bar, going from there Rating: PG-PG13? I'll get back to you on that one.
It had been a long day for Susan. She had returned to the gallery in order to help set up for the party that evening. She had only intended to stay for a few hours, but got suckered into doing so much more than she had initially planned. When the party finally got underway, Susan decided that she deserved a drink. Possibly two.
It only went downhill from there.
Leaving with a few of her magical friends, they made their way to a few different bars around London and the surrounding areas. The fun began to wear off though, and instead depression and unhappiness set in. The cure was obvious, she just needed to drink more.
Susan wasn't positive how she had ended up in Manchester. Or the little bar she was currently inhabiting. The only thing she was sure of was she must have looked terrible. The bartender gave her a look of pity, passing her another drink on the house. Looking up at the time, Susan realized how much time had really passed. She needed to get home, but knew it wouldn't be easy in the state she was in. That's partly why she turned to her handy journal. Though she felt a bit embarrassed about Dean coming to get her, she'd rather it be him right now then anyone else.
Pushing what drinks she had left away, Susan laid her head down on the bar to wait patiently for his arrival.