riley casteling is angrboða, not happyboða (griefbringer) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-04-15 14:47:00 |
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eighteen.
[The camping trip had gone well, at least as far as Riley was concerned. She may have started out being distant and quiet, but after having a long conversation with Cyrus and Reeve in which she explained her suspicions regarding Jameson being Odin and what that could mean she found herself in a much better place mentally. She was still giving Aimon his space, since she got the impression that he needed it, and she allowed Reeve his time with Lysander with little more than a subtly raised eyebrow sent in the direction of her twins' 'friend', but otherwise by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around Riley seemed far more personable (in as much as she could be) then she had been Friday evening.
Then, while she was showing Lysander her Ruger and giving him an impromptu gun safety lesson, she got a text on her phone from her boss at the Sports Center. There had been a situation; graffiti on one of the outside walls; and she was needed to come in and clean it up. Just like that her idyllic mood was shattered, and making her excuses to the boys, Riley gathered her things and started the trek back to reality.
She'd already had a few to drink, and the alcohol wasn't helping the sudden rush of anger she felt at having her fun cut short. She didn't want to be angry anymore, not after having so successfully unburdened herself and reached a point of contentment. With that in mind, she flicked out her phone again, and tapped out a few quick messages. Maybe Jon would be available, he was always good at helping her get out of her own head.]
If I find out who the fuck spray-painted a fucking cat on the side of my workplace, cutting my little vacation short, I'll fucking spray-paint my foot so far up your ass you'll be spitting leather until you cough up my shoe.
Damnit. I had finally calmed down.
[Filtered to Kaden and James]
Heard I missed your birthday, guess I owe you a drink.
[Filtered to Jameson]
We should fight in MMA sometime.
[Filtered to Jonathan]
Hey, you busy tonight? I kinda need you a friend to see you talk to someone about something, and your name got picked from the hat.