Eris // Brenna Maeve Ni Doherty (eris_discordia) wrote in greekswim, @ 2008-09-13 18:47:00 |
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Brenna/Eris and Open : A Night at the Pub
Who: Brenna/Eris and Open
Where: Mike's Irish Bar, Ambelokipi
When: Saturday night
What: A night at the pub
Rating: To be determined
Status: Incomplete
Brenna could feel her sanity leaking out of her ears. At least, that's what it felt like. Her dreams had become more vivid, more gruesome and yes, the flashbacks or visions or whatever the fuck the images that kept popping into her brain when she was awake were coming more often as well.
She didn't like it. Not one bit. Brenna used used to being in control. This... this insanity, however, was successfully throwing her days and nights off.
The only thing the brunette considered a victory, however, was that she'd managed not to open the bloody journal since cursing out the lead crazy Rhea. The book was currently sitting at the bottom of her luggage, buried under a pile of dirty clothes and would remain there until Brenna packed for her return trip to Belfast early next week. Then, the journal would be left behind, a little pile of ash mixed into the hotel's garden.
She smiled to herself at the thought as she made her way to the bar of a crowded tourist trap. Mike's Irish Bar catered to the young crowd with cheap alcohol, live music and matches played on monstrous screens mounted on nearly ever wall. Not quite authentic, it did in a pinch. The tender haled from Kilkenny and the Black Stuff never ran dry. Ordering a pint of Guiness, Brenna claimed one of the high stools and let the music of the imported band - not bad, in her opinion - fill her head and lift her spirits. Lost enough was she in the traditional-turned-rock tunes that Brenna didn't even notice when the seat next to her was likewise filled.