Ava Mills (notahale) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-02-16 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ava mills, azrael |
Who: Ava Mills and Open To Anyone
Where: The diviest of dive bars
When: Thursday Night
What: Ava is trying to get drunk
Warnings: TBD
Peter was gone. God damn it! They had just found each other again. Ava had JUST gotten him to relax, smile more, be comfortable with her. Again. They had a life. She could maybe have said they shared love. Now he was taken away from her. It hadn’t been her that left, and no way Peter would have gone on his own. This sucked, but it was better than dying.
It was difficult for Ava to get drunk, but she was giving it her best effort. She’d growled her way onto a bar stool at the far corner of the bar. She wasn’t even sure what bar she was in. It smelled of stale beer, bodies that could use a bath, cheap whisky and smoke from various sources. Some legal. Some not. It was the perfect place so far as she was concerned so she camped out in the shadows and ordered round after round of boiler makers, straight rye and tequila. The combination ought to affect her for a little bit at least.