Joey Schumacher is Dave's (righthandgirl) wrote in vaslogs, @ 2016-03-22 11:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | josephine schumacher |
WHO: Jo Schumacher and OTA
WHERE: The Pharmacy
WHEN: Tuesday, Day 107, early afternoon
WHAT: Having a drink and fighting the experiment.
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: OPEN and incomplete
Initially, Jo hadn't thought much of the apparent experiment this week, because she tended to be fairly open about her feelings and thoughts, anyway. But it was getting harder and harder for her to filter her thoughts down to precisely, PR-friendly truths as time went on. Her reflex was to make sure that she was more careful about the things she admitted. If she didn't run off at the mouth too much, then she could control which truths made themselves known, she told herself. Except that it was getting more difficult to keep it locked into the journal instead of coming out of her goddamned mouth. So, in spite of the crappy weather, Jo layered her clothes and headed out into the newly-regrossified town and headed to the liquor store. If she was going to be as loose-lipped as an idiot drunk, she might as well enjoy herself while she did it. Maybe she'd be able to get Felicity to have at the wine with her when she went back, but first, Jo wanted some real liquor. The real question was, what kind? Did she want something with a nasty bite or something deceptively sweet? Jo hugged herself against the chill and walked the dirt road to the pharmacy before pushing the door open and letting herself in. "Hey, anybody home?" she called out, just in case someone had taken up residence in there since McCoy's departure. If someone had, she might actually just turn right back around and walk out, because if she could avoid people right now, then she could avoid saying something she didn't want to say. |