Post by Kevala Katashi on Oct 1, 2012 0:31:54 GMT -6
"Another? Icy hues lifted to the man before her. He wasn't necessarily bad looking, but he was definitely not what she would be taking home tonight. No, even she had her standards, believe it or not. Though he would gain a slight nod from her as she shoved her glass forward with one finger, watching as it slid across the wood bar top without much hindrance what so ever.
His hand shooting out, he caught it easily enough and turned to walk away. The clattering of glass soon signaling that he had discarded of the old and was onto the new. A thing she very much wished she could do so easily. Sure, with most anything in her life she could, but she had gotten sloppy, had gotten soft along the way and somehow or another allowed herself to become.....tied down. Now, well now she couldn't very well just turn and walk away. Now could she?
Nope. She had a wife, three kids, two careers, and a whole host of other shit to deal with. Not that she gave a damn about any of it besides Mischa, but a lot of good caring did her on that one. She hadn't heard nor seen the woman in months, nor had she seen her sons, and as it stood she barely saw her daughter.
What the fuck was the point in loving anything if all you did was end up alone?
So stop caring...
The demon purring forth the simplest answer possible in her mind and getting a scoff from her.
"If it was that easy, do you not think I would have already done so?"
Her eyes rolling slightly in irritation. She had tried, for years now, to just walk away. Her son, the only one she really gave a shit about, didn't want a fucking thing to do with her, or at least he hadn't and then when he FINALLY started to....he went and got fucked up and got sent to rehab. Her other kids, well they were fucking nuts, and her wife was constantly gone. Which, of course, in Kev's mind meant that the woman had gotten tired of her, finally, and gone on to bigger and better things.
Not that she could blame her. Who would want to stay married to a deranged psychopath when they could have a much better, much more normal life? Pft...Nobody, that was who.
Then, to top it all off, she had actually allowed herself to fall in love with somebody, and to this day it was about the dumbest thing she had ever done in her entire life.
A groan escaping her as another drink was slid in front of her, her fingers curling about the glass without even having to look up. This made what? Twelve doubles? Or maybe thirteen? She honestly couldn't tell you. Nor did she care to think about it. Instead, she would lift the glass to her lips and take it down in one swift drink, the burn no longer even getting that usual shiver from her as pleasure ripped through her.
No, she was numb. From head to toe. Inside and out. Every doubt, every worry, every irritation and every single thing she wished she could do over running rampant in her mind as she growled and slammed the glass back down onto the wooden surface. Her tongue slowly and carefully running over her lips, tasting that bitter alcoholic flavor left behind by the countless drinks she had. Her mind playing over how many more she could handle before she was too drunk to be of any threat to anyone...because she pretty much had made up her mind, that whoever came home with her tonight wasn't leaving. It was just the mood she was in.
His hand shooting out, he caught it easily enough and turned to walk away. The clattering of glass soon signaling that he had discarded of the old and was onto the new. A thing she very much wished she could do so easily. Sure, with most anything in her life she could, but she had gotten sloppy, had gotten soft along the way and somehow or another allowed herself to become.....tied down. Now, well now she couldn't very well just turn and walk away. Now could she?
Nope. She had a wife, three kids, two careers, and a whole host of other shit to deal with. Not that she gave a damn about any of it besides Mischa, but a lot of good caring did her on that one. She hadn't heard nor seen the woman in months, nor had she seen her sons, and as it stood she barely saw her daughter.
What the fuck was the point in loving anything if all you did was end up alone?
So stop caring...
The demon purring forth the simplest answer possible in her mind and getting a scoff from her.
"If it was that easy, do you not think I would have already done so?"
Her eyes rolling slightly in irritation. She had tried, for years now, to just walk away. Her son, the only one she really gave a shit about, didn't want a fucking thing to do with her, or at least he hadn't and then when he FINALLY started to....he went and got fucked up and got sent to rehab. Her other kids, well they were fucking nuts, and her wife was constantly gone. Which, of course, in Kev's mind meant that the woman had gotten tired of her, finally, and gone on to bigger and better things.
Not that she could blame her. Who would want to stay married to a deranged psychopath when they could have a much better, much more normal life? Pft...Nobody, that was who.
Then, to top it all off, she had actually allowed herself to fall in love with somebody, and to this day it was about the dumbest thing she had ever done in her entire life.
A groan escaping her as another drink was slid in front of her, her fingers curling about the glass without even having to look up. This made what? Twelve doubles? Or maybe thirteen? She honestly couldn't tell you. Nor did she care to think about it. Instead, she would lift the glass to her lips and take it down in one swift drink, the burn no longer even getting that usual shiver from her as pleasure ripped through her.
No, she was numb. From head to toe. Inside and out. Every doubt, every worry, every irritation and every single thing she wished she could do over running rampant in her mind as she growled and slammed the glass back down onto the wooden surface. Her tongue slowly and carefully running over her lips, tasting that bitter alcoholic flavor left behind by the countless drinks she had. Her mind playing over how many more she could handle before she was too drunk to be of any threat to anyone...because she pretty much had made up her mind, that whoever came home with her tonight wasn't leaving. It was just the mood she was in.
