Tasiya (uprooting) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-09-01 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-16, emyli, renee |
Wasted youth
Who: Renee and Emyli
Where: Ozzy's, why not?
When: At around 10pm
This was becoming a habit, it seemed, though Renee had a hard time admitting that her going out and drinking hard liquor was becoming a pattern. A daily pattern. She knew that, of course, but she wasn't ready to admit it might become a problem. It certainly wasn't one now, so why worry? If alcohol helped her drown the powers she'd never asked for then she was all for it. It wasn't as though she had responsibilities like a job or a fiance anymore, so now was as good a time as she'd ever have to let her hair down. Of course she'd need to find a job eventually since money didn't exactly propagate or grow on its own and it had a tendency to be spent very quickly.
Swaying to the music that was playing - not exactly her favorite but you couldn't exactly come to a concert club and expect a royal orchestra or actual Bach playing now could you? - Renee ordered another drink as she decided to think about finding a job befitting of her education and status later. When she wasn't swaying a little too easily, maybe. Or at a club. Or drinking. If nothing was found maybe she could come back here and apply to be a bartender. That would be hilarious, especially when she told her parents. Of course it would cease to be so if one of them had some sort of stroke because of it, which was totally possible because it was bad enough that their youngest was a complete and utter disappointment and their golden girl had turned out to like other golden girls too. Her being a bartender might be a bit too much for them. But for Renee it would still be hilarious, so much so she gave a hearty laugh at the idea.