Casey Martin (fabiturbestia) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-05-15 00:55:00 |
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Current mood: | excited |
Entry tags: | may 2010 |
Who: Casey and Chris
What: Dinner
When: An hour after this
Rating: PG-15?
Casey had pulled on her hoodie and slipped into her sneakers after she’d texted her brother, making good on her promise that she’d be there within the hour. She was light on her feet and she bounced as she walked the distance between her house and her brother’s. It had been way too long since they'd just hung out, and she hoped that the suckiness of the timing of the invitation wouldn't put a morose dampener on the evening.
He’d promised to cook, but she had her cell phone in her pocket and a couple of take-out places on speed dial, just in case.
She’d had quite a crappy day at work. Nothing compared to what her brother had gone through, at least. But still a shitty day, and her boss had hired someone new for a position above her. She was seriously considering quitting. But then what else could she do?
Ugh.
Life.
Not that she had any reason to complain, really, she had a great boyfriend and a job. So what if she was stuck there with no prospects?
She tapped on Chris’ front door and pushed her hood down. It had been drizzling. She hated drizzle. It made her hair go frizzy. And yeah, she hated that.
“Chriiiiiiiiiiis!” She called, knocking on the door again. “It’s cooooooold!”