Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 16, 2008 23:43:16 GMT -4
Well, yes, it was a Thursday night. And most people had work the next morning. Except her, since she had lost her job nearly two months ago now. Just a few weeks before the license. And maybe most people didn't drink on a Thursday night, but Hunter was all about equal opportunity, and lacked the ability to discriminate. She just didn't have it in her. Any day of the week was a good day of the week for getting totally trashed, and having a good time.
Some of the kids from Parkdale Community School had been drinking down near the ravine, a couple of junior boys and their girlfriends, whom she knew vaguely from dances and her own parties, and she didn't even remember how she met up with them, but it wasn't long before the liquor was flowing, and all of that was completely irrelevant.
All she knew now, was that it had been light outside when she had left the house, and it was light outside when she met up with these high schoolers. And now it was dark, and Sarah was possibly going to kill her, because she was fairly sure that they were supposed to be looking at apartments today, in order to get Hunter out of her parents basement at long last. That had been the plan, looking at places to live in their tiny city. While it was still light out. Which it, clearly, no longer was.
Leaning forward, she grabbed the elbow of the nearest boy, the one who was driving. "H-Hey, up here, let me out up here," she managed, and he did as she said, pulling over his car to the curb at the next stop sigh. Hunter grinned, patting him roughly on the shoulder, before leaning over and doing the same to the boy in the passenger seat. "Excellent, my merry men, I thank you from the bottom of my most wide heart," she slurred, before leaning over to one of the girls beside her in the backseat. "Gorgeous, if you could move, I gotta get out now.."
And then she was out, standing on the corner of the street, watching them drive away, and wishing she had brought a sweater. She had one earlier, had she left it down at the ravine? Probably. Maybe it would be there, if she walked back. But it was a long walk back. Sarah and Samson's family house was closer to the actual city, and the ravine bordered closer to the edge of the damn place, all forest and wildlife. She'd never make it in time.
Letting out a long sigh, the blonde made her way along the street [having to stop to gain her balance and wits every block or so], trying to close her eyes in order to keep it from spinning and moving beneath her as she walked. Oh, this was terrible. Where was Ophelia? Ophelia, and her little car, and her little girlfriend, who made the best turkey sandwiches, and always made sure that Hunter got home in one piece. Where had those two gotten off to? Why weren't they here now, helping her find Sarah's house?
Speaking of Sarah's house, she realized absently that it was just up ahead. Only a few more steps! She broke into a bit of a jog, almost falling as she did, and skidding to a stop once she reached the doorstep. Reaching up with a shaky hand, she rang the bell. Once, twice, three times.
And leaned over to heave into the grass beside where she stood on the step, some of the cheap ravine liquor coming up on the lawn.
Some of the kids from Parkdale Community School had been drinking down near the ravine, a couple of junior boys and their girlfriends, whom she knew vaguely from dances and her own parties, and she didn't even remember how she met up with them, but it wasn't long before the liquor was flowing, and all of that was completely irrelevant.
All she knew now, was that it had been light outside when she had left the house, and it was light outside when she met up with these high schoolers. And now it was dark, and Sarah was possibly going to kill her, because she was fairly sure that they were supposed to be looking at apartments today, in order to get Hunter out of her parents basement at long last. That had been the plan, looking at places to live in their tiny city. While it was still light out. Which it, clearly, no longer was.
Leaning forward, she grabbed the elbow of the nearest boy, the one who was driving. "H-Hey, up here, let me out up here," she managed, and he did as she said, pulling over his car to the curb at the next stop sigh. Hunter grinned, patting him roughly on the shoulder, before leaning over and doing the same to the boy in the passenger seat. "Excellent, my merry men, I thank you from the bottom of my most wide heart," she slurred, before leaning over to one of the girls beside her in the backseat. "Gorgeous, if you could move, I gotta get out now.."
And then she was out, standing on the corner of the street, watching them drive away, and wishing she had brought a sweater. She had one earlier, had she left it down at the ravine? Probably. Maybe it would be there, if she walked back. But it was a long walk back. Sarah and Samson's family house was closer to the actual city, and the ravine bordered closer to the edge of the damn place, all forest and wildlife. She'd never make it in time.
Letting out a long sigh, the blonde made her way along the street [having to stop to gain her balance and wits every block or so], trying to close her eyes in order to keep it from spinning and moving beneath her as she walked. Oh, this was terrible. Where was Ophelia? Ophelia, and her little car, and her little girlfriend, who made the best turkey sandwiches, and always made sure that Hunter got home in one piece. Where had those two gotten off to? Why weren't they here now, helping her find Sarah's house?
Speaking of Sarah's house, she realized absently that it was just up ahead. Only a few more steps! She broke into a bit of a jog, almost falling as she did, and skidding to a stop once she reached the doorstep. Reaching up with a shaky hand, she rang the bell. Once, twice, three times.
And leaned over to heave into the grass beside where she stood on the step, some of the cheap ravine liquor coming up on the lawn.
