- (sillycheza) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-03-14 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | march 2011, noah riley |
Who: Cheza and Noah
What: Friendly drinking times!
Where: Cheza's lovely apartment above the tattoo parlor
When: March 13, Sunday
Rating: High in the filthy mouth radar, once again.
Status: Incomplete
Sundays were technically her days off, but she would secretly allow a lot of her close friends to come in and get tattoos whenever they wanted them, and they knew she wasn’t going to be busy with appointments the coming week. She loves keeping herself busy with creating art upon a living canvas. Surprisingly tonight wasn’t so busy with secret tattoo appointments. Actually, no one wanted to get tattoo at all tonight. Cheza was one sad little panda. Calling people and sounding desperate wasn’t really her thing, but she did it anyway because she was bored and needed to do something or else she would be drinking the whole day away.
That goal, if it would be called that, didn’t work the way she yelled it out loud during the afternoon. She really wasn’t blitzed by the time she called her bestest best guy friend in the world. Noah needed some cheering up and she knew how to do it too. By calling him and telling him she has booze coming out of the wazoo and if he doesn’t come over to her place by midnight, it will all disappear and turn into vases for her dread up dead flowers. Did that actually make any sense over the phone? She stood there and thought about it after hanging up with him.
The apartment wasn’t all that filthy looking, besides the occasional clothing being strewn about the place because she likes to strip out of them right as she enters her warm home after working. So, as tipsy as Cheza was, she hummed the Snow White dwarf song while picking up the clothing and throwing it into her hamper that was in the bathroom and picking whatever else was out before waiting for her sweet, sweet Noah to come busting through the door.