skye never asked for this (seismologic) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-01-30 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: skye, character: therese/jeanette voerman |
I am the patron saint of lost causes.
Who: Skye & Jeanette Voerman.
Where: Hocus Pocus Club.
When: Friday night.
What: Skye needs to drink (again) and Jeanette is there to provide alcohol and a sympathetic ear.
Warnings: Likely language and lots of emotion from Skye.
Status: In Progress.
It didn't matter to Skye that she'd already drunk more in one week than she had done in the past six months. She needed to drink, again. Her conversation with Natasha over the network had left her feeling off balance and if that wasn't bad enough Ward had felt the need to be childish. All in all she was having a shit week and she just needed to try and forget everything. Maybe it was reckless to get blind drunk in such a strange place but Skye was beyond caring.
She walked into the club and just prayed that Ward wasn't there somewhere, she couldn't face him again so soon. Not after last time. She made her way towards the bar, eyes scanning the crowd as she went for any sign of a certain someone, thankfully there was none. She breathed in a deep breath and let it out slowly, relief flooding her system. Maybe she'd actually get to enjoy drinking in peace tonight.
There were a few more people in than the other night which meant she had to wait at the bar to be served. She was fine with waiting though, it wasn't like she had anywhere else to be. Her mind started to drift as she waited for someone to come and take her order. Her thoughts running away with her and her attention really not where it should be. A voice cut through the fog and it took a moment for her to even register it. A startled look on her face as she sought out the source and her eyes fell on a blonde woman. "Sorry," she said with an apologetic smile on her face, "What did you say?"