Post by Vera M. Solway on Jul 31, 2015 22:04:47 GMT -6
This was very unlike Vera.
Wait, that was a lie. This was very much like Vera. Maybe the early teens, couldn't hold her liquor Vera. Or the 'looking for someone to take me home' Vera but not the 'I'm trying to become more of an adult by next month' Vera. It had been long past 12AM according to the time zone Montana fell under and the telekinetic found herself nearly stumbling out of the Dirty Little Secrets club and was well on her way to...
Well, she didn't get that far yet.
One of the bouncers helped her stand steady but Vera quickly snatched her arm away and kept moving towards her bike. "Hey Marcello! I can't let you drive in your condition." She looked around, patting herself down, trying to find her keys - Where THE F!@#K were her keys!? She then turned around after hearing the sound of keys jingling, which the bouncer had in his hands. She grunted, "Fuck off! Y-you know what? Fuck it, I'll just walk back and probably break my leg a-and a fucking heel on my way there and I so hope that makes you feel better!" Vera then huffed and continued out of the parking lot-
She walked into a parked car. "Ouch! Who the fuck parked their car in front of me? I tell ya, just a bunch of irresponsible twats."
-and onto some sidewalk downtown. Even while trying to keep it together, she horribly failed. She was totally wasted and couldn't even remember how it got to that point. Something about being stressed after work. Knowing she'd soon turn twenty next month. Something. Something. Drinks.
She was so shit-faced.
The telekinetic took a shortcut through some alley way without realizing she did. While so, she pulled her phone out of her bra and stopped short as she squinted at the bright light illuminating from her phone. With a missed call from her girlfriend.
Wait, she had a girlfriend?
Without hesitation, Vera drunk dialed Devyn and continued walking... or close enough to it. She managed to drag a foot far too long for it's liking, causing her to trip in her heels and drop her phone on the ground. While she saved any damage that could've happened to her mini black dress, she did take a hit. Her knees were now scraped and most likely bleeding but sadly Vera couldn't really grasp onto the pain. Instead she remembered she had called someone, someone very important, and reached to her phone to answer. Shit, what if they hung up already? "Heeeeeey." Her greeting as slurred as slurred can be.