Cait Abernathy (soundsfreudian) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-08-03 13:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | august 2011, cait baines, david bacchus |
Who: Cait and David
What: getting SHITFACED (because her powers don't work anymore and she doesn't know!)
Where: the pub
When: tonight-ish (subject date to change)
If she'd known her powers weren't working, Cait wouldn't have gone out. On a regular basis, she wasn't in the habit of cutting off fingers and toes, or even drinking that much. It was often exaggerated the amount of times she actually did go out, as lately, it just wasn't as fun without that 'buzzed' feeling. And blood was hard to remove from clothing.
So here she was-- standing outside Pearson's Pub, debating on whether or not to go in. The Cafe was just around the corner. They had a bar there. She could just as easily get a drink there. But she didn't want to change up her routine because of a guy. A cocky bastard guy, at that. A cocky bastard guy who fucked her best friend and then acted so blase about it, that she wanted to puke. She said it didn't bother her. But it did. It bothered her more than she wanted to admit (which she never would).
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the doors and stepped inside. There were no bouncers there on a Wednesday night. People generally weren't busting at the seams to get inside during the week. This was made evident by how empty it seemed to be. Only the usual barflies were sitting around, and maybe one or two young twenty somethings she recognized from a few of her classes. Great. She'd have David's full attention, maybe. She wasn't sure if she wanted it, but she didn't have much of a choice. She took a seat on one of the stools and waited for someone to notice her.