Nicci Normandin (chemicalshell) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-06-16 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-10, corwin, nicci |
oh honey, no...
Who: Corwin and Nicci
When: Nighttime
Where: Ozzy's
Nicci had gone to lunch with her parents earlier in the day, which perhaps explained why she actually looked sweet when she had stepped into Ozzy's that night. After lunch she'd headed to a friend's house and bought a bottle of percs, and holy hell did that make a person lose track of time fast. At least when paired with all the other shit floating around in Nicci's system. If you had asked her what she'd been doing since two that afternoon she wouldn't have been able to tell you. Staring into space? Watching Spanish soap operas? Knocking over a 711 and stealing a slurpee machine? No fucking clue. Whatever she'd done, she'd been entertained. The world was just starting to drift back into focus as the sun went down, and she'd been in the back of her car with a group of her friends, driving over to Ozzy's. Good enough!
Nicci was feeling good. Really good. Not the pretend-y kind she usually settled for. All of her problems felt very far away, and she was experiencing the world through a fog that might as well have been made with cotton candy and baby unicorns. Which was why when she even started to feel like she might be coming down (you know, sometime in the next week or so), she dropped everything (which had been dancing) and headed straight for the bar. Coming down was not an option. She was going to milk this for all it was worth. A particular scent was nagging at the back of her mind, but that seemed far away too. When she reached the bar, the nearest bartender had his back to her, so she leaned against the bar and whistled. "Excuuuuuse me! Bartender! I have a complaint! I am not drunk yet! Please fix this!"