Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dora had had too much to drink. She wouldn't deny it to herself, though she probably would to anyone else who dared ask. She didn't quite look it, she'd always held her liquor exceptionally well. And she was still drinking.
It wasn't that it was Pride and such. She didn't care much about that. She'd even known that coming out here would be a bad idea, but Tristan had planted the idea in her head and her will power was weak. She was lonely. He'd pretty much moved out and was busy with his own life, and everyone else was so busy, Chris, Mils, Rich, everyone. So she'd drink here with everyone and pretend in some part of herself that she wasn't so very alone so much of the time.
That she wasn't falling apart at the seams so much of the time.
She had a smile on her face, though, and socialized casually as she drank, dancing when she felt like it, and drinking more when she didn't.