Post by Siobhan Arden on Jan 24, 2016 14:22:47 GMT -5
Siobhan knew that what she was doing was illegal, but that didn't keep her from continuing to take another shot, and then another, if only to keep her mind quiet. But it wasn't working. In fact, with every sip of fire trailing down her throat, the images became more vivid, and her body more lax. The dirty gun in her bag rested against the barstool with a curious bartender slipping her another bottle every time hers got low. She didn't have the energy to tell him to cut her off.
With shaking fingers, she peeled off another fifty dollars and slid it across the bar table. Feeling sloshy, she got down from the barstool, realizing that her knees were not going to cooperate today. With lights bright and music pumping in her ears, Siobhan made it into the adjoining alleyway through a shaded, side door. As soon as it latched shut behind her, the girl stepped to the metal trash cans, her stomach tipping over. Heaving out bitter, burning liquid she retched up all of her lurching emotions out with the poison, trying to lose herself in the midst of it.
But she didn't.
Siobhan felt tears leaking from her eyes, trailing down around her nose and dripping from her cheeks. Her shoulders shuddered, the girl truly at her worst where no one would be around to see her. Even when the heaving stopped, her silent sobs did not, the weapon of her destruction in her bag. Suddenly seized up with panic, she was overcome with the urge to cast away any memorabilia of that night. Standing up shakily, she wiped her face clean, taking a few moments to compose her back into a neutral state before quickly striding down the alleyway, panic in her steps.
With shaking fingers, she peeled off another fifty dollars and slid it across the bar table. Feeling sloshy, she got down from the barstool, realizing that her knees were not going to cooperate today. With lights bright and music pumping in her ears, Siobhan made it into the adjoining alleyway through a shaded, side door. As soon as it latched shut behind her, the girl stepped to the metal trash cans, her stomach tipping over. Heaving out bitter, burning liquid she retched up all of her lurching emotions out with the poison, trying to lose herself in the midst of it.
But she didn't.
Siobhan felt tears leaking from her eyes, trailing down around her nose and dripping from her cheeks. Her shoulders shuddered, the girl truly at her worst where no one would be around to see her. Even when the heaving stopped, her silent sobs did not, the weapon of her destruction in her bag. Suddenly seized up with panic, she was overcome with the urge to cast away any memorabilia of that night. Standing up shakily, she wiped her face clean, taking a few moments to compose her back into a neutral state before quickly striding down the alleyway, panic in her steps.
