Who: Catriona Urquhart & Mercy Macnair When: Monday, December 5th after this Where: The Macnairs What: Horrible things Rating/warnings: Medium-high?/Possible discussion of abortion Open/Closed: Closed
Catriona couldn't think of anything but Spotswood. The name in and of itself was a horrible pun just waiting to happen. It was horrible and stupid and she hated it. It was stupid. Taveon was stupid. That's why Taveon had gotten himself set on fire. He'd brought it upon himself. He'd been stupid and that was what he deserved. Letting out a sigh, Catriona pulled her hair back into a loose bun and steeled herself.
After a brief moment, she apparated to Mercy's house, making sure to stay outside of the door, just to be polite and not storm into places demanding alcohol. Then again, she never stormed into anywhere demanding alcohol. She never really demanded alcohol either. She just got fizzy water or tea and left it at that. Even with Alexander, she'd argued about drinking alcohol, but right now, she didn't have any other ideas and she was angry and upset and Mercy'd had a shit week. They were both having a shit time, and that was what people did when that happened: they drank. It was perfectly healthy. She knocked on the door and pulled her sweater around her, wishing she'd remembered a jacket.