Tara Thornton (ex_thorny319) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-12 12:30:00 |
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Who: Tara Thornton and Open
What: Tara's looking to get drunk.
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: LA Streets on the way to the Lux
Status/Rating: Open/PG-13 (language)
"Ain't this a bitch," Tara muttered to herself. At this point her tanktop was grimy, along with her jeans, socks, underwear, and the rest of her. She felt gross, even after showering down at the shelter. Her hair felt greasy and unkempt which accounted for just about half the dirty feeling. She rubbed her bare arms with her ands, quite aware that it only added to her addict-like appearance.
She just wanted a drink, which was bad, given what had happened with her mother only two weeks before. The cut on her head was only just starting to completely heal from where the bottle had hit. She was still wincing every time she touched it and that only pissed her off. Her footfalls took her towards some bar called the Lux which was apparently offering free drinks now that an 'apocalypse' had been averted. Whatever the fuck that meant. Tara was glad she'd missed that shit.
Already, she was thinking Los Angeles was a hell of a lot worse than Shreveport, where at least the only thing she had to do was worry about the vampires. Far as she could tell here there was more than that to worry about here and she had absolutely no desire to be involved in any of it. She wanted to drink until she got drunk enough that Los Angeles looked like Shreveport.