InsaneJournal

She had issues. She didn't need anyone to tell her this, it was a known fact to herself that they were there. It was accepted, or at least she thought they had been, and there had been a willingness to move on from them. Not exactly in the coping sense. Because oh, no, that would be healthy and that currently wasn't on her agenda tonight. She had moved on from them in the sense that she'd acknowledged and set about working with the parts she wanted to work with. And avoiding the rest. There had been tons of avoidance on her end. About her feelings with her mother's death. Yes, she'd partially had her vengeance. Yes she'd created this vigilante, this image, this part of her that she didn't think she could trade for the world. Whether she wanted to or not. She still helped people. She didn't cry on her mother's birthday. Hell, it'd almost escaped her mind for worrying about everything, everyone, else. It would seem that everything had been resolved because she was putting one foot before the other and she was moving ... to some direction. Onwards march. However, nothing had truly been dealt with. Not emotionally. Not internally. There emotions inside of her and anger and resentment ... at who she didn't even want to consider. There were emotions inside of her that she had yet to face head on.

And she wouldn't be doing so tonight. Which was why she was down here, so late likely no one would be passing through unless for a late snack. Because thinking these heavy thinkity thoughts that buzzed around in her head would lead to emotional realese. No she was too good for that. Or bad, whatever. This currently wasn't moralistic. This was about issues. And she was going to drink them away. Just see if she didn't.

Andrea'd had never tried drinking til she was mind-numbingly drunk with her superpowers. With mutant DNA. She'd jumped right into the brooding and the ass-kicking. The drinking was a long time coming. Dios, she hoped that it didn't mess up her liver. With a sigh, Andrea managed to find the rum and other drinks that she would need to make a martini, mojitos and ... she liked her 'm' drinks and she was planning on doing this all night. Likely in her room. Though she would definitely start off in her kitchen.

Last thing she needed was Clark finding her here. Oh, Dios. She could just here it now. Clark was the reason why she was getting drunk. Clark. Ruby. Sam. Lois. Gwen. Kara. And stupid people who liked her stupid cake. And had she mentioned that she had issues? Shit. She was becoming part of a community. She was caring. She was making friends. She was doing what she swore that she wouldn't do. She was becoming attached. Yes, believe her you, she knew how whiny she sounded. Which was why she really avoided brooding and sulking and her emotions. Because she knew people had nothing and would give an arm and a leg and a part of their spleen to have what she was getting right now. The connections. But she'd give it all up in a heartbeat. Honestly she would. There was no way she was doing this again. No one was going have her care or her friendship, because everyone was going to die. Everyone here had a greater chance than any normal person of dying, and she really didn't want to go through with that. Not to mention being pulled back? Nuh-uh. No way. No how. There was no chance of it for her. It was lone wolf city for her and as selfish as it might make her seem. She was good with that. Honestly she was.