lyrical
[ twenty-years in the future. how was that even possible? it feels a stupid thing to even think about especially after ending up here in the first place. she wonders what the future version of her is doing. if there even is one.
she's never really been one to go out and get drunk. getting drunk meant losing control and losing control meant who knew what would happen with her visions. they weren't the same since she had gotten here, but they were still there. but somehow she's found herself in lyrical and all she can think about is drinking.
she orders a beer before she drops into a chair. as far as she knew she was the only one who had ...time-traveled.
fucking great.
she's vaguely aware that someone is singing, but honestly she's moping a bit. ]