RP: On the Prowl Who: Ginny and Daphne and OPEN When: Wednesday, May 24, evening Where: Wizarding Night Club (flexible and vague on the where) What: Ginny continues her downward spiral of alcohol and random hookups Warnings: Language, others TBD
Any time she started to get in that circuitous thought process of how the fuck her life had turned out this way, Ginny would grab a bottle. Alcohol wasn't the answer, it shouldn't be the answer, and yet, she found herself drinking daily, especially since the season ended, and then she started drinking earlier in the day. And now, she wasn't sure she'd stopped drinking for the past few days. As long as she remembered to be ready to go on that trip with Luna come Saturday, she would be fine, though.
And good Godric, she needed it! To go sit on a beach drinking mai tais and not worrying about how bloody lonely she was. Because she wasn't. What was there to feel lonely about when she had a nearly constant stream of lovers warming her bed or theirs, sometimes they didn't even make it to a bed at all! So what if she couldn't remember all of their faces, and could anyone really expect her to remember their names?
She was wearing a tight, green dress and tall heels, her hair left down in red waves. She was at least wearing knickers; she might be a slut, but she wasn't open for just anyone to grab her. Okay, most anyone, but that wasn't the point. All she wanted just then was to dance and drink and get lost in the crowd. And then, if she was lucky, she would find someone to keep her warm tonight.