Post-Drunk Night [Open]
Mar 9, 2014 17:56:36 GMT -6
Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Mar 9, 2014 17:56:36 GMT -6
It was both a relief and a pain to know that Richard was gone, moved. Sure, he had annoyed her, but she had grown to enjoy his company. But things changed, life moved on... Some people got that, some didn't. She was just going to move on with things. On the upside she had gotten some of her pictures sold, so she had some cash coming in, but on the downside it wasn't enough to find a new place to live...
It WAS enough for some alcohol, some good alcohol. So, when morning came (or rather, noon) she stumbled out of her building and looked at the cold sky, looking somewhat disheveled. "Great...," she muttered, but the cold air might do her some good.
It WAS enough for some alcohol, some good alcohol. So, when morning came (or rather, noon) she stumbled out of her building and looked at the cold sky, looking somewhat disheveled. "Great...," she muttered, but the cold air might do her some good.
