Who: Dazzler; open When: Monday, January 4th, 2010 (1:00am) Where: Xavier's; rec room What: Coming home after a long weekend. Status: In progress. Rating:PG For now!
Alison was freakin' beat. Her throat felt like it was stuffed with a bail of hay. Her feet were definitely going to snap off at the ankles. Her back was killing her.
To say the least; she was whiny.
But she was home now, and the group of musicians she had been working with all weekend weren't the quietest bunch (not that she minded at the time), so it was sort of pleasant to be at Xavier's - after all the lights were out. Or most of them, anyway. The dim lights in the hallways led her toward the elevator (screw the stairs), but she couldn't pass up the overstuffed couch in the rec room. Maybe she could have a sit for a few minutes then lug her bag upstairs. When her butt hit the cushion, she knew there was no turning back. This had been the best idea she'd had since ordering that double-shot coffee in the drive-thru upstate. Her weary legs lifted her feet so they rested on the polished tabletop (how much Pledge did they waste on these kids?) of the coffee table between the couch and the television and she leaned back into the couch with a sigh. Her fingers were still grasping the strap of her duffle bag, and she didn't really feel like moving her arm or letting go. If she died now, Alison would be dieing a happy woman. Darkness, quiet and peace - there was nothing more an overworked, underpaid, ex-popstar could ask for. Well, a few hits off a strong joint wouldn't hurt, eh?