WHO: Sarah Petrelli, Cathy McDonald WHERE: Hyperion WHEN: Monday, June 5, 2006; eveningish, after this WHAT: A much needed girl talk. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
After pillaging the apartment cupboards, the hotel pantry and several other locked cabinets, Sarah had assembled the requested drinks and chocolate. They were now laid out on the coffee table in a testament to what was sometimes – or often – necessary to get one through the low points of living in this city. Lately, there had been more and more of those low points, redefining the meaning of "low", which left everyone frazzled, from residents of the hotel to her best friend, now seated near her.
Door now shut and secured to keep out anything beyond emergency intrusions, Sarah now sat tucked back against the pillows on the daybed that served as one sofa in the livingroom, twirling a glass of wine in her hands as she looked at Cathy.
"Is this something you've wanted for awhile, or something you've finally decided you needed to do?" she asked. Not that good life choices couldn't be decided in a flash of understanding, but Sarah was curious what this had been.