Ami Morrison-McConnell (future_slayer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-08-23 01:18:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current music: | Theory of a Deadman - "Not Meant To Be" |
Entry tags: | mere delany, place: la, ~ami morrison mcconnell |
Everyone needs a drink SOMETIME...
Who: Ami, open to all
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday night
It was a scene that would probably convince anyone who'd ever met Amidala Morrison-McConnell of the imminent apocalypse.
The lithe, quiet blonde, possibly the most well-behaved, least-rebellious teen in recent history, was sitting at the bar in Avarice, sipping from a bottle of beer. Near her were four more bottles, all empty. Thank God for the fake ID that Meredith had hooked her up with. Granted, the bartender (CJ, of course) was hesitant to give her the alcohol (she knew damned well the girl wasn't 21), but Ami very politely explained to her that if she was old enough to risk her life fighting vampires every night, she was old enough to get her drink on. Oh. And she also sweetly mentioned possibly breaking both of the bartender's legs if no alcohol was presented ASAP.
Thus, the normally shy, immaculately-behaved girl was tipsy now, looking down at the bar as she pondered asking for another bottle. You know, since the bartender was now nervous enough to gladly provide it anyway.
Ami had never done anything like this. Never shown a rebellious streak, never 'gotten buck wild' as her friends put it, like so many of her teen contemporaries, but now? She was watching as the last remains of her time ceased to exist. Everything she knew was going away, and it was becoming clearer and clearer that the time she came from no longer existed.
Really... the blonde was hoping to lose herself in the alcohol... and never, ever find herself.