. (castledown) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-04-20 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | kat, ray |
Week Eight: Monday
Where: Hell
When: 10 PM
Who: Kat and Ray
What the fuck was she supposed to do now? So her father suddenly shows up and she was supposed to be...happy? Angry? Confused? All of the fucking above?! Kat hated uncertainty when it came to her feelings. It was why she cut them off and rarely expressed them. Life was much easier not having to deal with any of that shit and that's exactly how she preferred things. So screw Wes and his fucked up revelation! And screw that bitch of a mother she had from hiding all of this bullshit in the first place! God damn she hated thinking about "what ifs" and "if onlys." DAMMIT.
Well you know what? Fuck that noise! And of course Xael wasn't a help so alcohol and some major partying it was! Nothing like a little booze and "candy" to make all of the pain and doubt just go away. Okay and maybe Kat had never gone past the alcohol before but there was a first time for everything, right? And hell, her mother had been a coke whore and apparently Wes was a druggie so why the hell not? The apple doesn't fall from the tree, right? Right?! Might as well just give in to her fucking genetics then.
After a lot of throwing shit and even more pacing, Kat finally pulled on a black hoodie and headed for the door. She wasn't looking to be cute or sexy or any of that crap because tonight was only going to serve one purpose and that was to get completely fucked up. The jeans that she was wearing weren't her favorite just in case they got messed up in the process and the shirt she was wearing was just some random band tee that could easily be replaced. Although if she fucked up her Chucks she'd be pissed but she was due for a new pair so whatever.
During the cab ride over to Hell her patience was nonexistent and she found herself becoming more and more anxious with every second that passed. She hated to admit it, but she couldn't handle all of these thoughts and feelings. Her mind had been going nonstop since she left Wes' office and she needed it to stop already. When they finally arrived at their destination, she practically jumped out of the cab and ran for the door. A shot was in her hand the second she hit the bar and she had thrown back at least three more when Ray rolled up. "Here," she said as she slapped some money onto the counter. "Let's get this party started."