Can't lead Amie. (willnotbeled) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-04-11 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: can: amie mccormack, ch: can: myron wagtail, p: christie, p: lisa |
Who: Myron and Amie.
When: 4/11, evening.
Where: Kappa bar.
What: Singing and drinking.
Rating/Status: R for underage drinking/smoking/language - incomplete
Amie was feeling courageous and perhaps she had Queen Blacksmith to blame for that. Or maybe it was the truth serum. She wasn't sure. But she wanted to do something different, something new. Like drinking with her much younger Uncle Myron while singing and writing lyrics. Even Amie had to admit she enjoyed writing with him and he helped her open up without prying into her life or asking who she was. She couldn't tell him who she was. Even she knew it would be damn near impossible to hide who she was for long, but she was trying.
Until she saw his writing.
And told him who she was.
Amie practically ran to the Kappa bar with dictionary in hand. Anything to get away. She hated today. Truth day. Truth day sucked as far as she was concerned. It didn't take long for the tall girl to reach the bar, her head poking in before walking in herself. She looked around with her big brown eyes, looking for a familiar face.
There he was.
Did he know? Had Kirley told him?
Amie wanted to run back to her room and not leave. But...this was a chance to do something new. Like hanging out with her Uncle Myron by herself. Which was weird. She never had before. The tall girl walked over and placed the dictinonary in front of him. "Hiya..." Her tone was soft and quiet which seemed to match her overall look: awkward.