drina perez is lost (stilldefending) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-04 01:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-29, drina, marco |
the air has filled me head-to-toe
WHO | Drina and Marco
WHERE | Anywhere But Here
WHEN | Evening
Anywhere But Here was not the nicest bar in tow by any stretch of the imagination, but that was where Drina found herself tonight. She had been at work when the attack on the Preternaturals for Peace march had taken place. Not that it made much of a difference -- business died shortly there after and all she had was the constant news coverage. And it was more than that; attacks happened all over the world. The whole ordeal caused something to spark within her mind. She, Drina Perez, could be helping. When she was a member of the FBI, she would have been one of the first on this particular case. And it didn't matter that she wasn't a part of that organization any more -- her mind still buzzed with the horror and the mystery of the whole thing. But she wasn't helping. She was stuck in a Chinese buffet wearing a cheap uniform that she would rather burn than be seen in. The owners did not think that closing the restaurant was the best of ideas; what if people needed their MSG fix? They couldn't possibly shut down if there was still money to be made. No, Drina didn't care for that one bit, but what could she do? She wasn't in law enforcement any more. She was the quiet Hispanic waitress who worked at a Chinese place now. After she finally left work, Drina wanted to volunteer at the bridge, but at that time, it seemed that there was little she could do. Tomorrow. Tomorrow for certain, she would go to the bridge and volunteer in the pickup process. She had to be of some use to them. Surely. Tonight, however, she was stuck in a poor mood and feeling sorry for herself. Fortunately for her, the bar wasn't terribly far away from her apartment. Once inside, she headed straight for the bar, sliding out of her jacket and claiming a stool. She was glad for the poor lighting of the establishment. Right now she wanted nothing more than to escape from her police mind. If she was ever 'just Drina,' she wanted to get back to that right now. "Tequila," She ordered, finding herself thankful again that she was so closes to her apartment. She didn't even stop to think that someone was watching her from across the bar. It didn't matter. At that point, nothing mattered except for the bitter liquid she just threw back with a grimace. She nodded to the bartender for another shot before also ordering a beer on tap. She didn't need to get completely wasted in a matter of seconds. But that second shot would help her get over the guilt that was threatening to swallow her. |