Post by Rebekka Knight on Jul 25, 2016 1:05:59 GMT
Shit.
That one word could be used to describe quite a lot actually. Her day. Her mood. Things in general. Basically everything at that very moment. Shit. So simply, and yet so perfect. Not that Rebekka was particularly happy about that. But from the rate she'd been drinking, it was bound to blur out of her mind at some point. For now though? For now she still remembered, and that was the problem.
"Goddammit..." She muttered, resting her head on the bar top and her hands on top of her head. Another murder. Something she should frankly be used to at this point, right? She'd seen her fair share of shit. There was the word again. It really was a constant part of her vocabulary today wasn't it? But yes, she'd seen her fair share of it. But finding a corpse in an indistrial metal shredder? Even she had to take a moment.
Which was why she was where she was now. Some bar in town. She hadn't been picky. She only needed a place where she could get a constant supply of alcohol. Which reminded her: she waved over the bartender and ordered another beer. She didn't plan on getting rip-roaring drunk. She couldn't. She still needed to function tomorrow, and be able to get home at one point. But she could afford to drink a good amount.
Finally she lifted up her head when she heard the clink of a new bottle next to her head. "Thanks." She said before taking it and gulping down a good amount. Only then did she realize someone had actually sat next to her. Rebekka eyed they for a few seconds. "Hey." She tested before facing forward again, not really looking at anything.
That one word could be used to describe quite a lot actually. Her day. Her mood. Things in general. Basically everything at that very moment. Shit. So simply, and yet so perfect. Not that Rebekka was particularly happy about that. But from the rate she'd been drinking, it was bound to blur out of her mind at some point. For now though? For now she still remembered, and that was the problem.
"Goddammit..." She muttered, resting her head on the bar top and her hands on top of her head. Another murder. Something she should frankly be used to at this point, right? She'd seen her fair share of shit. There was the word again. It really was a constant part of her vocabulary today wasn't it? But yes, she'd seen her fair share of it. But finding a corpse in an indistrial metal shredder? Even she had to take a moment.
Which was why she was where she was now. Some bar in town. She hadn't been picky. She only needed a place where she could get a constant supply of alcohol. Which reminded her: she waved over the bartender and ordered another beer. She didn't plan on getting rip-roaring drunk. She couldn't. She still needed to function tomorrow, and be able to get home at one point. But she could afford to drink a good amount.
Finally she lifted up her head when she heard the clink of a new bottle next to her head. "Thanks." She said before taking it and gulping down a good amount. Only then did she realize someone had actually sat next to her. Rebekka eyed they for a few seconds. "Hey." She tested before facing forward again, not really looking at anything.
