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Might as well drink
Who: Renee, Charlene and Vivianna
Where: The park
When: At night
Renee had been doing a little therapeutic shopping when the news of what was happening in Ann Arbor broke. She was informed by an employee coming from the break-room of the shoe store she had been in while paying for a beautiful pair of ankle boots - which she was wearing right now. Somehow from that morning to tonight, the concept of having enough time to wear them later seemed to not ring true anymore.
While she made sure her brother was alright as soon as she managed to put her credit card back in her purse and run the hell out of the store the event in itself still hit Renee a lot more than she would have expected. Especially because she spent the rest of the day thinking about it while watching it unfold on the news. With the knowledge that the same thing had happened on other Preternaturals for Peace marches across the globe, Renee was now pretty sure that this was a very well planned act of terrorism against all people who somehow counted as non-"pure" humans and those who supported them.
Herself included, if she had been there. And her brother, too. It was a sobering thought, and that was why Renee, without knowing Scarlet Oak as well as one should when one decided to do what she was doing right now, had finally broken down and gone to the nearest open liquor store in town, bought herself a bottle of scotch - the best and oldest, by the way - and was now downing it while sitting on a bench in the park. Nobody knew her here, why bother trying to maintain her composure? If ever there was a time to lose it, now was it.
Where: The park
When: At night
Renee had been doing a little therapeutic shopping when the news of what was happening in Ann Arbor broke. She was informed by an employee coming from the break-room of the shoe store she had been in while paying for a beautiful pair of ankle boots - which she was wearing right now. Somehow from that morning to tonight, the concept of having enough time to wear them later seemed to not ring true anymore.
While she made sure her brother was alright as soon as she managed to put her credit card back in her purse and run the hell out of the store the event in itself still hit Renee a lot more than she would have expected. Especially because she spent the rest of the day thinking about it while watching it unfold on the news. With the knowledge that the same thing had happened on other Preternaturals for Peace marches across the globe, Renee was now pretty sure that this was a very well planned act of terrorism against all people who somehow counted as non-"pure" humans and those who supported them.
Herself included, if she had been there. And her brother, too. It was a sobering thought, and that was why Renee, without knowing Scarlet Oak as well as one should when one decided to do what she was doing right now, had finally broken down and gone to the nearest open liquor store in town, bought herself a bottle of scotch - the best and oldest, by the way - and was now downing it while sitting on a bench in the park. Nobody knew her here, why bother trying to maintain her composure? If ever there was a time to lose it, now was it.