Annie Walker (ciawalker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-09-12 19:05:00 |
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Annie needed a drink. She'd spent the last twelve hours over in New York. The only thing that was keeping her sane was occasionally talking to Auggie. He made her smile, even when she felt like everything was falling apart. She got through the shifts more easily if she kept a line open to him. But with everything she'd seen, she needed to let loose and have a drink. She was dirty and sweaty and grimey but she didn't care. She walked into the pub in her dirty t-shirt and jeans, dirt streaking her face and her hair in a messy pony tail. She went around the bar and grabbed a beer before taking a seat and sipping it, sighing a little. |