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Week Fifteen: Wednesday
Who: Lin and Xander
When: Wednesday Afternoon After Class
Where: Xander's Room
Let’s see…
Monday night at about 8:47pm and it was approximately 4:15 just then…she’d been sober for thirty three hours and twenty eight minutes. A brand new record for the alcoholic author. Not one that she was particularly proud of nor happy with, but a momentous occasions none the less. Maybe she’d even tell her agent; Charlotte would shit a solid gold brick.
With her first day of classes in—good god—four years, over and done with Lin was feeling the craving sharper than ever. In all ways it was almost just like college.
She’d made plans with Xander for that afternoon and they were in the same house, but Lin left first. For one thing she had, lord almighty, books with her which needed to be bitterly deposited back in her own room. Supernatural Races: Fact and Fiction…it sounded like a trivia game. Some part of her own brand of rational suggested she should put notes on the back on little game cards. She’d tacked it on to her schedule since she figured it would be a good idea to know what she was dealing with but…going was still bothersome. Her other class she felt was rather critical. She didn’t want to worry about going berserk and biting some innocent bystander unlike some invasive bastard she knew.
Speaking of supernatural surprises—Xander? Really! She’d had a neat little surety about the world and now this little blast from the past was causing her to sit and think about all the other little rendezvous she’d had in the past. Just how many of those had been members of the soulless damned or furry moon bitches or whatever the hell else.
Damn it all—she hated surprises.
Half an hour after class let out, she’d traded her house slippers for flip-flops and gone down to the male floor of the dormitory. Yep, just like college, she thought for perhaps the ninth time that day as she pounded on Xander’s door.
When: Wednesday Afternoon After Class
Where: Xander's Room
Let’s see…
Monday night at about 8:47pm and it was approximately 4:15 just then…she’d been sober for thirty three hours and twenty eight minutes. A brand new record for the alcoholic author. Not one that she was particularly proud of nor happy with, but a momentous occasions none the less. Maybe she’d even tell her agent; Charlotte would shit a solid gold brick.
With her first day of classes in—good god—four years, over and done with Lin was feeling the craving sharper than ever. In all ways it was almost just like college.
She’d made plans with Xander for that afternoon and they were in the same house, but Lin left first. For one thing she had, lord almighty, books with her which needed to be bitterly deposited back in her own room. Supernatural Races: Fact and Fiction…it sounded like a trivia game. Some part of her own brand of rational suggested she should put notes on the back on little game cards. She’d tacked it on to her schedule since she figured it would be a good idea to know what she was dealing with but…going was still bothersome. Her other class she felt was rather critical. She didn’t want to worry about going berserk and biting some innocent bystander unlike some invasive bastard she knew.
Speaking of supernatural surprises—Xander? Really! She’d had a neat little surety about the world and now this little blast from the past was causing her to sit and think about all the other little rendezvous she’d had in the past. Just how many of those had been members of the soulless damned or furry moon bitches or whatever the hell else.
Damn it all—she hated surprises.
Half an hour after class let out, she’d traded her house slippers for flip-flops and gone down to the male floor of the dormitory. Yep, just like college, she thought for perhaps the ninth time that day as she pounded on Xander’s door.
