Mya Tremble (ifeelsoalive) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-10-18 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [10] october |
WHO: Mya and Piers
WHEN: October 19, 2019; night
WHERE: Four Horsemen
WHAT: Drinking and stories.
RATING: Medium for language, probs.
Mya liked spending time at the Four Horsemen. It gave her the much-needed social interaction that being secluded in her little cell just didn’t give. She didn’t mind being on her own, not at all, especially considering some of the menial tasks she did around the prison. Most of the time it involved things other people simply refused to do, but as far as Mya was concerned, there was no social hierarchy anymore (not as far as separating the rich from the poor, anyway). Surviving was — or should’ve been — every person’s main goal, not how they looked cleaning the public restrooms or what have you. She sat in the bar now, enjoying the shows put on by the drunken people performing karaoke. It was a little more crowded than usual, likely because more people were actually drinking in the bar, rather than grabbing a drink and heading outside or back to their rooms. Summertime had made drinking inside unappealing. Now, though, with the weather getting colder, boozers lingered longer. She was alone for the moment, having already spent a good deal of time chatting with some of the people around her. That was how it usually went. She’d spend some time mingling, then retire to one of the tables and observe things for a little while. If someone wanted to join her and keep chatting, she’d welcome them. Otherwise, she was content to watch. |