What was I thinking?
It had been nearly noon that day when she felt the familiar vibration and ping of a text alert in her pocket. Enjoying the rare downtime she used to work on the computer at the cafe, the sudden sensation nearly startled her out of the rolling chair she sat upon. Content that no one was looking, she quietly snatched the phone out of its pocket, only to sigh loudly and slightly roll her eyes when she quickly read the message. She sent back a quick response, and simultaneously shook her head in disbelief before shoving the phone back in its proper place before anyone was the wiser.
Now she stood craning her neck, her eyes tracing the height of the building upward to the point where in met with the deep evening sky. Breckin didn't remember her friend yanking on her arm, dragging her out of her reverie and into the elevator to take them to floor the party was taking place on. Hell, she didn't remember even walking through the door or when exactly her friend had left her standing awkwardly alone at the door. It wasn't until a passing server offered her a piece of strange looking cheese (maybe?) that her attention was brought back to the present and she fumbled for a polite decline. Glancing around her slightly dazed, she could vaguely recall the younger girl mentioning something about going over to talk to a "silver fox" she saw floating around the hors d'ouevre table. Making her way over to said table, the only people she came to find were -big surprise- a grouping of older couples discussing things in business lingo she had no knowledge of. Please come with me!, her friend had begged, It'll be fun and you can people watch like you like to do! Heaven forbid Breckin had suggested her friend go by herself, to which she had gotten a sharp rebuke for making such a ludacris suggestion. Could you really live with yourself if your friend ended up getting raped or murdered, because she went to a party all by herself?!
Cursing her friend under breath for her characteristic vanishing act, she made a sharp turn to head directly toward the bar. The shifty girl knew what she was doing when she guilted Breckin into coming, she had even managed to somehow convince her into driving them here. Well, she would retaliate in her own way this time and she would certainly make use of the freely running liquor tonight. That's what Uber was for afterall, right? Right.
"Vodka cranberry, please," she said with a shy smile to the man tending the bar. She hadn't noticed the gentleman close in age to her father sidle up next to her just in time for him to tell the bartender before he turned away, "Put it on my tab, Phil," he tried to say suavely with a not-so-subtle wink in her direction. It was an open bar, so Breckin was unsure whether to laugh or smile at the awkward attempt at flirting and her smile came out somewhere in between a smile and a grimace. "Actually, I'm going to need two of those, Phil," she whispered quickly to the bartender.
With two ruby drinks in hand, she turned to scan the crowd one last time, hoping to make out her wayward friend or at least a somewhat familiar face in general. Her gaze momentarily lingers on the few younger people near her age, and for a second she debates whether or not to approach one of them or not. Deciding on the latter, she retreats to the area she believe the entrance to the pool to be.
They had arrived closer to when the party started so she is relieved to see the lounge chairs are mostly unoccupied. Finding the most private spot in the corner, she set her two drinks down at the end of the chair before kicking off her heels and propping herself to sit indian style, while properly draping her pale skirt to cover her, of course. Having been too lazy to undo the loose dual braids from her day job, she let the heavy weight of her dark tresses fall as they had earlier. Pulling her latest novel out of her purse, she settles in to dive back into her fictional release, finding a meager solitude at last.
But it is only temporary as the small laughter begins to grow louder and more raucous, finally prying her eyes away from the pages in time to see a trio of a tattooed man and two pretty women enter the vista. Shortly later followed by some other people closer to her age. A dark brow raises, mildly intrigued by what was going on around her, taking the opportunity to grab one of her drinks and suck it down with three large gulps. A bitter tingling traces down her throat and she shivers as the burn reaches her empty stomach. Nearly properly liquored, she makes no attempt to move from where she currently was. If anything, she only tries to push herself further back into the meager shadows of her corner, content to watch and not partake. For now.
What I imagine Breckin to look like: https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5B...00_AL_.jpg
Her dress: https://www.lunss.com/uploads/product/1/...ress-2.jpg
It had been nearly noon that day when she felt the familiar vibration and ping of a text alert in her pocket. Enjoying the rare downtime she used to work on the computer at the cafe, the sudden sensation nearly startled her out of the rolling chair she sat upon. Content that no one was looking, she quietly snatched the phone out of its pocket, only to sigh loudly and slightly roll her eyes when she quickly read the message. She sent back a quick response, and simultaneously shook her head in disbelief before shoving the phone back in its proper place before anyone was the wiser.
Now she stood craning her neck, her eyes tracing the height of the building upward to the point where in met with the deep evening sky. Breckin didn't remember her friend yanking on her arm, dragging her out of her reverie and into the elevator to take them to floor the party was taking place on. Hell, she didn't remember even walking through the door or when exactly her friend had left her standing awkwardly alone at the door. It wasn't until a passing server offered her a piece of strange looking cheese (maybe?) that her attention was brought back to the present and she fumbled for a polite decline. Glancing around her slightly dazed, she could vaguely recall the younger girl mentioning something about going over to talk to a "silver fox" she saw floating around the hors d'ouevre table. Making her way over to said table, the only people she came to find were -big surprise- a grouping of older couples discussing things in business lingo she had no knowledge of. Please come with me!, her friend had begged, It'll be fun and you can people watch like you like to do! Heaven forbid Breckin had suggested her friend go by herself, to which she had gotten a sharp rebuke for making such a ludacris suggestion. Could you really live with yourself if your friend ended up getting raped or murdered, because she went to a party all by herself?!
Cursing her friend under breath for her characteristic vanishing act, she made a sharp turn to head directly toward the bar. The shifty girl knew what she was doing when she guilted Breckin into coming, she had even managed to somehow convince her into driving them here. Well, she would retaliate in her own way this time and she would certainly make use of the freely running liquor tonight. That's what Uber was for afterall, right? Right.
"Vodka cranberry, please," she said with a shy smile to the man tending the bar. She hadn't noticed the gentleman close in age to her father sidle up next to her just in time for him to tell the bartender before he turned away, "Put it on my tab, Phil," he tried to say suavely with a not-so-subtle wink in her direction. It was an open bar, so Breckin was unsure whether to laugh or smile at the awkward attempt at flirting and her smile came out somewhere in between a smile and a grimace. "Actually, I'm going to need two of those, Phil," she whispered quickly to the bartender.
With two ruby drinks in hand, she turned to scan the crowd one last time, hoping to make out her wayward friend or at least a somewhat familiar face in general. Her gaze momentarily lingers on the few younger people near her age, and for a second she debates whether or not to approach one of them or not. Deciding on the latter, she retreats to the area she believe the entrance to the pool to be.
They had arrived closer to when the party started so she is relieved to see the lounge chairs are mostly unoccupied. Finding the most private spot in the corner, she set her two drinks down at the end of the chair before kicking off her heels and propping herself to sit indian style, while properly draping her pale skirt to cover her, of course. Having been too lazy to undo the loose dual braids from her day job, she let the heavy weight of her dark tresses fall as they had earlier. Pulling her latest novel out of her purse, she settles in to dive back into her fictional release, finding a meager solitude at last.
But it is only temporary as the small laughter begins to grow louder and more raucous, finally prying her eyes away from the pages in time to see a trio of a tattooed man and two pretty women enter the vista. Shortly later followed by some other people closer to her age. A dark brow raises, mildly intrigued by what was going on around her, taking the opportunity to grab one of her drinks and suck it down with three large gulps. A bitter tingling traces down her throat and she shivers as the burn reaches her empty stomach. Nearly properly liquored, she makes no attempt to move from where she currently was. If anything, she only tries to push herself further back into the meager shadows of her corner, content to watch and not partake. For now.
What I imagine Breckin to look like: https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5B...00_AL_.jpg
Her dress: https://www.lunss.com/uploads/product/1/...ress-2.jpg