skye never asked for this (seismologic) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-01-27 04:15:00 |
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A day ago the worst thing she could have imagined was being stuck in this hell town without anyone she knew from home, now she wishes she was alone. She wanted that more than anything. Of all the people she knew the town had chosen to drag Grant Ward here. She recalled what someone said about the town messing with people. Well she was convinced it was messing with her.
It had been a while since Skye had tried to run from her problems but it wasn't like she had any other options to consider. She couldn't talk things through with Jemma, she wasn't here and she couldn't go and hide away in the bus because it was in another realm, dimension, whatever. No she had nowhere to go. She had no one to turn to. With no other options left to her Skye did the only thing she could think of, she went to get drunk.
Maybe getting drunk wasn't a wise idea but she wasn't thinking straight. She'd managed to get some of what passed for money by striking up a deal to do some coding work on someone's device and as soon as she'd secured some cash she went in search of a place to drown her sorrows. Skye wasn't fussy when it came to a place to drink but she'd taken one look in the suitably named Ratcatcher Inn and decided it wasn't for her. Thankfully there was a club available and that was where she ended up.
Having raided the minibar of the hotel room she'd woken up in just before vacating the hotel she'd already made a good start on raising her blood alcohol level. When she ordered a double at the bar and proceeded to down it like a shot the bartender didn't even bat an eyelid, the familiar burn was soon followed by a buzz in her system. She ordered another drink and considered knocking it back just as quickly but a tiny voice in the back of her mind told her to slow down. She listened, at least for the moment.
The club was fairly busy, a place she could get lost in for a while and maybe forget about stupid tall specialists who were determined to complicate her life. She turned from the bar with her drink in hand and immediately walked into a wall of muscle, an apology began to tumble from her lips before she looked up to see the person she'd collided with, her apology dying on her lips as her eyes landed on his face. "Son of a bitch."