Who: Nancy Gama and Open What: Drinking and avoiding the gift from the dome. Where: Lou's Bar When: Monday evening [Backdated!] Warnings: Nothing major just putting herself down a tiny bit, but will change this if needed. Status: Open, In progress.
Why did this place feel the need to grab Ramiro’s journal? Nancy didn’t need that reminder at all, especially when she was doing well here. For once, her life was normal or as normal as could be when trapped in a small town, but she was fine with it. Yes, she missed her two best friends back home, but it wasn’t like she could do anything about it. Only now here she had a journal part of her never wanted to see again anytime soon. Tossing the journal in a draw, she wanted to ignore it for as long as possible. Her damn lack of patience in most things came out and her ignoring only lasted a day.
Monday afternoon, she had sat on her bed, flipping through the drawings. They were pretty and made her think of Ramiro, which only hurt so much more than anything that anyone had ever done to her over the years. Nancy had fucked up on allowing someone to slip under the walls she had to keep out any type of romantic feelings. Romance was out of the question since no one deserved to be stuck with a monster like her. She paused on the drawing of her, smiling at the stupid picture. He saw her as pretty and she had no idea why. Had no idea how he could say there was nothing bad about her or see her as anything but the monster. Her fingers brushed over the lines he had drawn, shaking her head.
No, she couldn’t do this. Nancy didn’t need this right now and she didn’t need to put herself down more than she already did. She accepted what she was, but she never ever expected anyone other than Elvis and Keta to accept it. Why would they? Unable to stay in her apartment, she grabbed her boots and jacket along with money and keys before heading out, leaving her music behind. Her music wasn’t needed. What she needed was some alcohol, heading to the bar, she took a seat and gave a small smile as she ordered a beer and some shots of tequila. Nancy knew she could’ve gone to the club where she worked and drank, but she didn’t feel like possibly being all down at where she worked even if it was her night off. Nope, she was heading to a different bar to chill out for the night.
Putting both arms on the counter, she rested her head on her arms, watching the bartender get her drinks before lifting her head back up. Nancy had to remind herself there was nothing this place could do to her that could knock her down. There was only two ways this place would ever win and she was comfortable in the fact she doubted it’d ever happen. If it did then she’d handle it or avoid it depending on the mood. For now, she was going to forget about the journal, have a few drinks, and hide it once back at her apartment. Thanking the bartender, she tossed back one of the shots.