Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 11, 2008 10:20:32 GMT -5
Got it, one more drink and that was it. Not that she was planning on giving her much more then that. It was still fairly early in the day, the last thing she wanted was for the girl to not be able to walk straight back home. Getting her trashed was definitely something out of her vocabulary either. She'd done it back in Austrailia, however, how she got back to her hotel after the hundreds of possible drinks she had. She wasn't proud of it, she wasn't proud of trying to drown her sorrows at the bottom of a glass. The will to forget about everything, her life, her losses, her loneliness, had been strong, but looking back at it she wished she could have changed it.
But she supposed, maybe in a way she was better from it. It helped her get over her issues, 'Tom' had managed to help kick her issues, for the most part. She could have stayed like him, avoiding the fear or whatever it was that forced him away from Los Angeles. Instead, she saw what it did to the man and decided enough was enough. Then with the brush of death at the airport, it had put a lot in perspective for her. Most surprisingly, out of everything, she could still stand to be in a bar, hell, she owned one now.
Irony was a very funny thing, she thought, taking a sip of the bottle before moving to grab at a glass and the necessary items she needed for the girl. No, correction her mind filtered after a moment, fate, as Tom had said, was a funny thing. "Maybe he did," Ana assumed. Or maybe he didn't. Things happened for a reason, as much as she at times hated to admit. "They tend to hold you for a bit if you're suspected of something. You know, just to check out their bags and see if they're on their database of criminals and whatnot." Coming over to her again, she sat down the new glass next to her old one. "Sometimes takes like five minutes, sometimes longer, depends on the luck of the draw, really. So maybe he was delayed enough." She tried to sound hopeful.
But she supposed, maybe in a way she was better from it. It helped her get over her issues, 'Tom' had managed to help kick her issues, for the most part. She could have stayed like him, avoiding the fear or whatever it was that forced him away from Los Angeles. Instead, she saw what it did to the man and decided enough was enough. Then with the brush of death at the airport, it had put a lot in perspective for her. Most surprisingly, out of everything, she could still stand to be in a bar, hell, she owned one now.
Irony was a very funny thing, she thought, taking a sip of the bottle before moving to grab at a glass and the necessary items she needed for the girl. No, correction her mind filtered after a moment, fate, as Tom had said, was a funny thing. "Maybe he did," Ana assumed. Or maybe he didn't. Things happened for a reason, as much as she at times hated to admit. "They tend to hold you for a bit if you're suspected of something. You know, just to check out their bags and see if they're on their database of criminals and whatnot." Coming over to her again, she sat down the new glass next to her old one. "Sometimes takes like five minutes, sometimes longer, depends on the luck of the draw, really. So maybe he was delayed enough." She tried to sound hopeful.