Post by RENO NASH on Mar 13, 2011 18:32:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 20px;][atrb=background, i51.tinypic.com/6z5ycj.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,442,true][atrb=height,450,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] You fucking disappoint me ! Why can't you turn against me? Words✰ in numbers✰Tagged✰the runners comments✰little notes & stuff& Drinking never sounds like a bad idea while you’re sober. It’s only after the fifth or sixth shot of Vodka, a strawberry Daiquiri, and a chaser with an innocuous name like ‘the sparkly pony’ that anyone ever begins to seriously second-guess him or herself. Sadly it’s around that point that Reno was also just coming to and wondering why she was waking up in an alleyway behind the South Mall with a stamp from the aquarium on the back of her hand. The return to consciousness in the dark lane between buildings wasn’t really the issue; she was used to that, just why the hell had she been at the aquarium? Snarling faintly the woman’s alcohol fogged mind slowly began to take inventory despite the fact that she was still unable to get over the blue dolphin stamp on her hand. Her feet still felt like someone had strapped them into a harness – she’d have to make a mental note to never buy open-toed sandals because they were the most uncomfortable footwear imaginable. Bypassing the leaden feel of her body, when she moved her head she could clearly feel the extra five pounds up there, a result of having pinned her hair up for once. Her clothes were still on – usually they were the first to go so if anything it was a sign that she hadn’t gotten too wild. However, just because she was still in her garments didn’t imply that they hadn’t suffered from the night’s activities. It had either rained very hard recently or she had wanted to pet the nurse sharks and had fallen into their tank, those were the only two scenarios that would’ve resulted in her being soaked from head-to-toe. Well, the only two that seemed reasonable anyways. Everything else reminded her that a drinking buddy was something she needed to invest in lest she ruin all of her nice party wear. Getting smashed was only fun when you didn’t have to worry about waking up next to people she didn’t know or stamps she didn’t remember getting. How the hell had she even gotten to the fucking aquarium? Getting to her feet proved more difficult then her addled brain could handle. The blond fell twice before figuring out that the heel on her left shoe was busted, well missing actually, and that she needed to remove them. Undoing straps and buckles when drunk is not easy. Take it from any woman on the planet because if there are more then two straps per foot then it will take a minimum of ten minute to kick both of them off. So twenty minutes later Reno Nash was ambling out into the parking lot, her wrecked sandals hanging in one hand and purse (which hadn’t been too far from where she’d woken up) heading to what she hoped was a subway station. |
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