WHO: Bobbi Morse and OPEN WHAT: Buying Booze WHEN: This Afternoon WHERE: The Liquor Store WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Sometimes things got so weird around here that Bobbi just wanted to bury her face in the sand. Putting aside Cassie's comical hostility towards her (which she'd decided to just ignore from this point on. It seemed that whatever she tried to do, she just found herself drawn into petty-teenage-girl-vitriol. As far as she was concerned, the ball was now permanently in Cassie's court) - putting that aside now was the ridiculous relationship screwage that was Steve Rogers getting married. A wedding that she was apparently, not invited to.
Whatever. It didn't matter. This was Madison Valley's doing and Steve would probably be regretting it soon enough anyway.
For once, she was just going to stop bothering and stressing over everyone else's nonsense and she was simply going to enjoy herself in the life she had. because really, she was happy here. she had a wonderful boyfriend who she really cared about and who enjoyed spoiling her rotten. There was nobody openly trying to kill her. Today, she was doggedly determined to enjoy both of those things.
She'd already raided the 50% off candy at Walgreens, and now she was at the liquor store, trying to pick out the perfect beverage to accompany it. She was trying to decide between Bushmill's Black Bush and Bushmill's 10-year-distilled. The 10-year was lovely and smooth and went down like a dream, but she also liked the vaguely fruity aspects of the Black bush. After debating for several minutes, she broke down and just took bottles of both of them. It was one of those days, and she was nearly certain neither of them would get wasted.
So she took her place in line, holding each as tightly as a lifeline.