Back In The Saddle Again (?)
Who: Gwen, OT all Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack When: Monday afternoon
Gwen had been staring at the table she sat at for close to ten minutes. She felt by now as if she knew every detail of it: the scratches on the side. The small piece of bubblegum some ass had stuck underneath it. The small doodle of a pentagram that, likely, some grumpy, metal-loving high-school loner had scribbled there. All of it.
She'd finally come back to training today, and while she trained with Wes, she had mostly stayed to herself, pretended as if the others simply weren't there. She was getting back to her old self. Slowly. She was done drinking herself into oblivion - the combination of Faith, Patience, and Marlowe had shown her enough comfort to get her past that - and while she still felt broken inside, and honestly wondered if she'd ever fully recover... she no longer felt like she had to sit there moping all day.
So, she was trying. Not doing very well, but she was definitely trying. She sat there, nursing a black coffee, staring into the cup with such concentration you'd think she was expecting something to jump out of it.