Santana Lopez (thedevilyouknow) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-06-11 18:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: emma swan, character: santana lopez |
Who: Emma and Santana
When: Wednesday the 11th; night
Where: Hocus Pocus Night Club
What: Santana runs in to the good ol' Sheriff while out on the town.
Warnings: Language is a guarantee.
She hadn't really made any friends in Marrowood, so she definitely wouldn't be admitting it to anyone, but the last month for Santana had felt a little bit like hell. Her righteous anger and misplaced rage did a good job of distracting her for almost a week, but that phase had passed. It'd been around a month, and there was no sign of getting home. Hell; it was lucky that she was even still alive. She didn't know if she'd make it through the next creepy massacre.
But it wasn't as if feeling miserable and keeping it to herself was something she was unfamiliar with, so at least she had her (really crappy) coping mechanisms down pat. She'd managed to alienate a good half of the town so far with her snark, and she thought that was a pretty good record.
Step two in forgetting about a sucky night/life was always drinking, which usually led right into sex. Sure, most everyone here was weird and creepy, but this weird nightclub's hot new bartender told her that all hope was not lost.
She was three shots of tequila and a jack and coke down, though, and the guy had yet to look her way. It was weirdly busy for a ghost town. To make her night that much better, the self-proclaimed sheriff - who'd basically called her a dirty Mexican the first week she got here - was the only person she recognized in the place.
Oh, well. She had no issues with combining steps in her misery process. "I wouldn't go for the bartender. Way out of your league. Did you see the owner though? His combover is almost successful, and his dead eyes were scoping out your legs earlier. Oo la la."