Who: Liam and Sally Ann What: Stuck in the liquor store, this is going to be angsty Where: Remigold's When: March 3rd, 2 PM Rating: PG13?
Sally Ann had really been trying her best to keep herself occupied, whether it was working at the store, extra training sessions, brainstorming new ideas for the coming warmer months, or just reaching out to friends to spend time with her. She needed the constant movement, the constant busy. Without it, her thoughts turned to dark places. Most of them involved her urge to drink until she was numb again, then maybe living in this place would be more bearable.
Lately she had seen Mike and Bee spending what seemed like a bit more than the normal amounts of time with each other, and though deep inside she knew it was right, and she wanted him to be happy more than anything, it tore holes in her heart. She also hadn't been sleeping, and though she knew she promised to go to him when that happened, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. After all, what if he was out with his lady or friends, or just not home? It wasn't her place to be barging into his life, expecting his assistance and guidance for every little thing. That wasn't his responsibility. No, she needed to figure shit out on her own. And then having Anthony interning at the pet shop didn't help matters much. It wasn't his fault, she knew the pet store was the right place for someone like him, but it still hurt. Everything hurt, and she was tired of it. She just wanted to scream, tear out her hair, drink until she couldn't think or feel or do anything anymore. But that wasn't the answer, and she knew it. Going backwards was not the answer and as much as her body and sometimes mind screamed for it, she tried her best to overcome the urge. Staying away from the temptation also helped. It had been over 90 days. That was a new record. She just had to keep reminding herself that all her hard work wasn't in vain.
After leaving the pet store with full arms of papers, ideas, dog good for Bia, and her coffee Sally Ann tried to carefully make her way back home without dropping anything. Unfortunately that was easier said than done, and halfway through her journey she managed to snag her heel and spill coffee down her coat and papers. Annoyed she walked into the closest shop to try and grab a towel and pull herself together. It took a moment of dabbing off the coffee from her papers and clothes before she really took a moment to look around, and when she did her breath caught in her chest and her stomach dropped. Remigold's. The bottles lined the shelves, sparkling, telling her to take one home. Nearly yelping she dropped her papers and cup and made her way to the door, intent to get out as soon as possible. But the door wouldn't budge. Pushing it harder and harder panic started to set in, and she finally looked around and called out.
"Hello, is anyone here? I need to leave and the door is stuck and I'm in a hurry. Could you please help." Dizziness began to take hold, and she tried to steady herself with large breaths and she waited for an answer. What if she was alone? What then? "Hello?" she called out one more time, her voice creeping up another octave.