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WIZARDING ADULT
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Feb 10, 2018 23:44:24 GMT -7
Post by mina pandora oliveira on Feb 10, 2018 23:44:24 GMT -7
@addie Oh Merlin, Mina was definitely an alcoholic. She hadn’t even realized that the drink the other woman pushed in front of her had been a reasonable distance away, and still her nose picked up on the unremarkable, sometimes nauseating smell. There had been way too many nights spent drinking tequila just to get trashed – most of which happened when she was in the US and Mexico. The problem was that it was insanely cheap over there, especially the stuff with high alcohol content. A deadly combination when it came to her, the self-proclaimed queen of simultaneous thriftiness and recklessness when it came to money. The constant need to save money to do things, just to throw it all down the drain once she had it, was an awful addition, and something she desperately needed to break. Luckily for her, she wasn’t going to get plastered tonight, unlike the woman next to her. That would save a bit for the weekend, meaning less money spent then. Hopefully.
The woman went on to say that tequila had her back tonight, and Mina simply nodded her head. She knew that already, having watched quite a few get downed since they had begun talking. To make things worse, she made it sound like she hadn’t had tequila before. No, that was exactly what the woman (or was it girl, because not having tequila had to mean a teenager, right?) had said. “I…yeah of course I’ve had tequila before,” Mina said, slightly taken aback by this odd conversation they seemed to be having. “Considering how much you’ve already had, you might have a hellish morning tomorrow. How do I put it? Tequila doesn’t like to play nice, especially on lightweights.” Educating the girl was really all Mina could do at this point. The poor thing was probably going to be suffering tomorrow.
“By a sibling or boyfriend or someone, I suppose.” She hadn’t really intended to have her initial answer dissected in this manner, but she could humor the drunk girl for a while. There was still some of her own drink left, and knowing herself, probably room for another if their conversation carried on longer. “I don’t want to ruin books for myself, if that makes sense.” That was like if she was a bartender – the last thing in the world she would want to do would be to drink, especially after being around a crowd of rowdy drunks like her all day.
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last online Apr 23, 2024 0:08:43 GMT -7
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Apr 9, 2018 13:30:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 13:30:01 GMT -7
By then she definitely felt a lot more than tipsy. The woman was explaining she'd had the drink before and that it was more than likely that Addie was going to have a hellish morning, as she described. Addie was definitely a lightweight too so there was a chance that she was going to wake up and regret the decision she'd made to drink so much. She didn't feel like it mattered. Hellish morning? Waking up period was hellish. Having to go to that job was hellish. There were definitely worse things than the way she was going to be feeling, if anything, after the full effect of the drinks kicked in. She took another sip of the drink and felt herself shrug. Maybe, she was feeling tingly and warm all over at this point. "Completely worth it. I wanted to drink and decompress from work and I got what I wanted. Maybe if she felt bad enough, she wouldn't have to go to work. The woman repeated her words as her response, not really clarifying which specifically. Maybe all of them? She then replied that she didn't want to have books ruined for her. It made sense to Addie but it also didn't make sense. She was an avid reader. Nothing got in the way of a book she wanted to read. She understood that working in a bookstore probably made her feel differently about books because she was surrounded by them all of the time but Addie also felt that if there were books or if there was a certain series she enjoyed reading she would be able to read it while working. She felt like working in a bookstore made reading easier. That way she'd be able to read more books. Addie didn't say any of this, however. She nodded in understanding, the motion feeling a bit weird on her fuzzy senses. It was all gibberish that the woman probably didn't want to hear anyway so she wouldn't bore her with the details of her love affair with books. She definitely wouldn't want to hear about some customers love affair with public policy. Though she really couldn't think of the type of person that was enamored with the subject. A clock on the wall let Addie know that she had been there a little while now, even if she didn't feel like she had been. Her brother was probably wondering where she was. While that thought annoyed her it also hurt, knowing she should be feeling guilty about it. She just didn't really want to see his worried face. Taking a look at the glass of liquid, she debated for a moment if she should finish it, decided against it and set it down on the bar along with a decent amount of pounds to cover her bill and more. "Thanks for the chat but I should be getting home. I hope you catch up with your friends," the comment was polite though tinged with an obvious jumble. With a nod, she moved away from the bar and out of the door, having to focus on each step. She'd find her way back, she was clever enough. Tag; mina pandora oliveira ((This post suuuucckkks sorry!)) [Addie out~]
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