Who: Felicia Hardy, Eddie Brock, Katherine Danvers and open to anyone else who caught Felicia's emo What: Felicia needs to be drunk. This is being facilitated When: After this - http://asylums.insanejournal.com/paragraffiti/643353.html Where: A Bar near Felicia's place Rating: TBD, but tequilas and sulking be involved Status: In progress
Felicia had dressed to kill. All black leather that was not unlike what she used in her guise as the Black Cat, skintight off the shoulder top and leather pants. Her blonde hair shone and her boots had heels she figured could hunt prey. She looked good. She knew she looked good. She needed on many many levels to look good.
He was marrying her. Which was always gonna happen with May on the way. And she was happy and he was happy. And she was doing okay, she had friends, good friends. But it still felt like a wrench on her heart.
"Dammit Spider" she muttered, but shook her head. No thinking about him. None. She'd even left her phone at home.
She slid into her usual stall and nodded over to the barman who's eyes hadn't left her since she'd entered the place.
"...Tequila Karl...lots of it" she said and shrugged off her jacket awaiting the Pity Party.