Who: Ben and Sevin What: Two Bottles, Two Pens, Two Minds When: Thursday Night Where: Streets then Ben's Rated: TBD Status: Incomplete
The night was weighing in on the city, and the smell of stale ale was taking flight to her nostrils as she moved out of the doors of the shelter. It had only been a few moments since she had talked to her brother through the connection she had at St. Jude's. Stealing the internet was easy enough after all. That large duffel slung over shoulder with all of her belongings inside, the beaten up black messenger purse across her chest and off to the side as the buckles clinked together as she walked.
Her mind had been occupied with a few things as of late, but it was nice to be able to finally get rid of them for at least a few hours. She had neglected to tell her brother that she had taken a few vicodin about an hour ago so she was sure she wouldn't even remember how she got to his place by the time she woke up the next day. That was fine with her really, she felt perfectly fine at the moment.
Hands clasped firmly around the brown paper bags that held the low-grade bottles of whiskey inside them. One she had paid for, the other she had ended up lifting. She didn't mind sharing, but not that much. She had to think about the rest of the week and how far she could make that little bit of cash really stretch. The idle thud of the bottles in her bag as she walked down the street now, keeping an eye out for her brother as she peered through long dark bangs.