Tipsy angry Aria outside || Open to Arron
Almost as soon as the door shut behind her, Aria looked around for her car before forgetting that she had caught a ride down with a few others since she knew she'd end up drinking. Upset, and not wanting anyone to see the breakdown which was imminent, she ran around the building to the side alley, crouching down behind a few boxes until she stopped trembling in anger.
She couldn't believe it. She'd trusted her father to do one simple thing -- come perform for her friends without making an arse of himself -- and he couldn't even do that right. What killed her about the situation wasn't just that he'd kissed two girls she had to potentially see every day, but that she was clearly the only one who thought there was something wrong with that. The audience certainly hadn't as they were eating it up and cheering him on.
In a strange way her fathers' actions reminded her of the comment she'd made to Arron just the other day about how he and her dad would get on like gangbusters, which she felt no irony in pointing out. Both of them had a love for the ladies and thought there was nothing wrong with flaunting just how frickin' charming they were in order to get tail. The only difference was when Arron did it, while Aria certainly felt something akin to annoyance she didn't feel like apologizing to her mothers' memory while vomiting.
Feeling tears creeping into her eyes, she shaded her face with one hand as she tried to get her feelings under control. This was easier said than done.