Kendal Hathaway (wontgoquietly) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-04-28 18:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-06, kendal |
sorry for party rocking
Who: Kendal & Antonin
Where: The park
When: Early afternoon
Yeah, so Kendal didn’t know how she’d ended up at the park. She did remember that she’d hit the vino around… nine o’clock this morning. Which had been a fucking bad idea. She was a strictly spirits-only girl, she didn’t mix her drinks. When she did, she ended up in the park in the clothes she had been wearing the night (and day) before, still really rather drunk and hungover. Assuming there was money left in her purse this might be one of her weirder walks of shame. Only, you know, without the shame. Or the walking. There would definitely be a cab ride involved. Had she walked anywhere last night? There was a cab involved then too. And at least two guys had carried her. And one girl… Huh. Whatever. This Hathaway had no intention of trying to move any further than maybe rolling onto her back until she felt human again. Mostly human, at least. Partway human.
So she was going to stay right where she was, lying on her stomach, using her arms as a pillow and really not giving a flying fuck if her ass cheeks could be seen up her pretty damn short skirt. At some point, her hands had wandered around the perimeter of her not entirely compus mentis self to find her purse, retrieve her sunglasses – that brightness was so freaking uncalled for at any time of day – and drag out a compact to make sure her hair and what was left of her make-up did not well and truly scream that she hadn’t been to bed yet. She thought that maybe she’d heard someone panicking about demons on the bridge earlier? Which… blew, she guessed. Kendal was in the park, though, not on the bridge, so unless she got home to discover the family had freaked and organised a lockdown without her, she didn’t care. The most that was going to move her right now was someone informing her that she didn’t have the fare for the taxi and her cell battery was dead. So not a thought I wanted to have.
Lifting her head, she fumbled for her phone to make sure it was still functional, then had to snap her eyes shut when the ground seemed to be moving. Blind, she went about tying her hair back in a deliberately messy knot. It didn’t take very long before she dropped her head back onto her arms again. Seriously? Today could fuck right off. Sundays weren’t her friend. And if a soccer ball came her way, someone was going to get a face full of pepper spray.
Mints or a bottle of water were totally welcome though.