Who: Rachel and someone What: Rachel wakes up in her pajamas in a diner of all places! WEIRD! Where: some greasy spoon diner When: around five o'clock September 7th Status: incomplete
Rachel was facing a tough situation. Normally the biggest of all pushovers, her very nature had been reversed by an alpha’s anger inducing pheromones. She’d had a very heated conversation with her mother, saying things that she never would have even dreamed of saying. Rachel didn’t get angry, or when she did it was carefully hidden away. Really, the only people she ever opened up to were Nina and Doctor Rosen, the latter more than the former. Even with the two of them, Rachel never really asserted herself, but considered herself lucky to have them in her life, Nina especially, for coming to her rescue in the aftermath of the anger pheromones.
Nina had spoken up on Rachel’s behalf before, sticking up for her when she found it difficult to do so herself. She’d never really said it to anyone, but Rachel thought of Nina as a good friend very similar to a more glamorous big sister. When she had shared that she’d disrespected her mother and told her to ‘shut her mouth’ Nina had actually told her that it was a step in the right direction. Rachel wasn’t sure it was true. It certainly hadn’t been her usual passive way of doing anything, but it was beyond the assertiveness she aimed for. It was aggression and it had Rachel in a tough place, so Nina had offered her couch until Rachel felt comfortable moving back in with her overbearing family.
It wasn’t what she was used to, but Rachel didn’t utter a single word of criticism regarding Nina’s apartment. She even fought off the urge to vacuum and clean the whole place, turning it into a spotless, relatively germ-free environment. The couch had been made into a sort of makeshift bed, made with Egyptian cotton sheets. It was very cozy and easy to drift off to sleep after she’d managed to clear her head of worries and bad thoughts.
Rachel was waking up, slipping out of slumber and becoming more aware of the waking world. Slowly it hit her that she wasn’t sleeping on a cushiony sofa. She was curled up on some harder surface. The material wasn’t cotton, either. Eyes still closed, she brushed her sensitive fingertips over it and recognized it as some sort of vinyl. The smells hit her soon after - bitter day old coffee, various burnt types of food, grease everywhere. She sat up quickly and found that she was in a dirty diner, sitting in some booth and getting some very awkward stares. The stares made sense. She was some strange girl, sleeping in her pajamas in a diner.
“I’m... Sorry...” She stammered. It was all she could manage as she hopped to her feet and hurried out of the place. She had absolutely no idea of what had happened, but she knew it wasn’t right.