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capeandcowllogs2011-12-02 06:43 pm
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The other day I got invited to a party but I stayed home instead
WHO: Laurie Juspeczyk & You!
WHERE: A drinking establishment with jazz music!
WHEN: December 2nd, throughout the night
WARNINGS: Language, possibly
SUMMARY: It's Laurie's birthday again and she's celebrating by drinking.
FORMAT: Your choice!
Normally, she'd stay at home if she wanted to drink. Or she'd go to someplace expensive and order something incredibly overpriced. But Laurie didn't have an expense account in the City, and since moving into Sally's now vacated apartment, she didn't feel much like celebrating her birthday with all of her mother's things. That was pathetic and sad, and Laurie was anything but. Even if she was choosing to celebrate by drinking alone. At least she'd do it in public.
She was seated at the bar, listening to a pianist pick out "Misty", waiting for the bartender to bring her another scotch mist. Her trusty trenchcoat was draped over the stool next to her, eyes fixed on nothing in particular as she soaked in the atmosphere and tried to enjoy this odd little birthday alone in the City.
WHERE: A drinking establishment with jazz music!
WHEN: December 2nd, throughout the night
WARNINGS: Language, possibly
SUMMARY: It's Laurie's birthday again and she's celebrating by drinking.
FORMAT: Your choice!
Normally, she'd stay at home if she wanted to drink. Or she'd go to someplace expensive and order something incredibly overpriced. But Laurie didn't have an expense account in the City, and since moving into Sally's now vacated apartment, she didn't feel much like celebrating her birthday with all of her mother's things. That was pathetic and sad, and Laurie was anything but. Even if she was choosing to celebrate by drinking alone. At least she'd do it in public.
She was seated at the bar, listening to a pianist pick out "Misty", waiting for the bartender to bring her another scotch mist. Her trusty trenchcoat was draped over the stool next to her, eyes fixed on nothing in particular as she soaked in the atmosphere and tried to enjoy this odd little birthday alone in the City.
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"Sounds like you want out."
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He stubs out a cigarette in an ash tray, a look crossing his face that speaks of experience in that area.
"Really easy for the whole thing to just stop workin'. Gotta put it down, or things'll just get worse."
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"Somebody wants the other one to be something they're not. Something they won't ever be. Makes no sense to have 'em keep pining for it, when they might find what they're lookin' for somewhere else."
His fingers wrap around his freshly refilled whiskey glass.
"Happens every day. Fact of life."
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"Sorry. I guess I'm rambling again." She chuckled softly, tracing her fingers around the rim of her glass.
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"Ramble all you want. It's half the point of drinkin'."
A shift in his seat, facing her a little more directly.
"Was it the nuke thing that made him a robot, or was he always like that and you're just noticin' now?"
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"The grass might seem greener, so I hate to break it to ya, but human connections are a damn sight overrated," he cynically notes.
"Most of us are assholes."
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"You're probably right," she shook her head, fishing a lighter from her purse. "Can I bum one from you?"
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"Sure, if you can spot me a light. I think I'm out of fluid," he replies, flicking his zippo a few times to no avail.