тяιѕн ωєℓℓιиgтσи. (not_to_be) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-06-21 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | daimon hellstrom, trish wellington |
WHO: Trish Wellington and Daimon Hellstrom
WHEN: Father’s Day!
WHERE: A bar!
WHAT: Getting even more drunk and who knows what else?
STATUS: Incomplete
RATING: TBA
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How Trish even got to the bar she had no idea. Maybe it was luck, or magic or something else entirely – whatever it was she stumbled into the bar and immediately began to look for Daimon. She wasn’t nearly as drunk as she wanted to be, she wanted to drink as much was humanly possible. Father’s Day was a stupid day, a very stupid day – a day Trish would do anything to escape. The last thing she wanted to see were her father’s final moments as the head space came crashing down on him...cutting him in half. Booze, she needed more booze. If she wasn’t passed out by the end of the evening well...she had no idea what she’d do keep drinking till she was?
Trish swayed on her feet slightly as she walked through the bar. Then spotting someone whom she both assumed and hoped was Daimon she made her way over (and if it wasn’t hey-new drinking friend, and the city seemed to be full of people who liked to drink...a lot!). She dropped herself down next to him, almost falling to the floor which caused her to start laughing almost hysterically.
“Hi!” she said triumphantly, proud of herself for getting to the place. “Hey barkeep!” Trish called out. “Bring me vodka, tequila, best you got,” she slurred, before starting to laugh again.
In all honesty this was the best Trish had felt in a long, long time. All she could think about was getting more booze in her system, or maybe dancing, or anything else that might possibly make her forget the day – but mostly drinking, drinking was good.
“Bets I cannah outdrink yooou!”