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Gabrielle Lennox ([info]thatsjustright) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-01-18 14:25:00
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Who: Gabrielle
What: Memory Post (late sorry)
Where: Apt 1001
When: Morning mimosas...
Warnings: None, just...booze?




Gabrielle had an interesting morning schedule, to say the least. She woke up two hours before she had to do anything, unless she didn't have anything to do before noon, in which case she usually woke at 11 no matter when her set activity for the day was and promptly blasted the radio with any station playing the top 40 songs of the week/day/hour. Sometimes, if she was in a good mood and had the time, this would be accompanied with a small dance session on her bed. Then she took a long, hot shower, walked around her apartment naked with a towel in her hair eating a banana, and then made herself mimosas and drank while she put on her makeup and generally lounged about.

By the time she was done and ready, she was also tipsy, and the world had a nice fuzziness to it that gave her a very definite appreciation for the song lyric blasting on the radio at the moment--specifically, "before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack". She felt as though it was speaking to her, her song.

She didn't have anything to do today until 3, since it was a Saturday and she normally didn't work on Saturdays. She was just going to go see a movie with another instructor from the dance studio: something sappy and romantic and utterly without any actual theatrical merit. Because of her abundance of free time between now and then, she'd decided mimosas ought to be twice as strong (even if it meant she'd be blowing most of her paycheck on booze).

So there she was, at 11:40 in the morning, tossing her banana peel into the trash and sipping on her second mimosa (she'd only been up for 40 minutes, after all, and 25 of those had been a long, long shower) of the day, completely naked except for the towel wrapped around her golden locks. Quite a strange ritual.


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