Post by Molly Annabelle Cheshire on Oct 20, 2014 16:30:32 GMT -5
Cheshire was feeling a little extra feisty today. She didn’t know why exactly, but it all started after yet another annoying voicemail from her mother who was proclaiming how excited she was about her trip out to New York for some upcoming fashion show. Every time her expensive mother came to town, it put the brunette in a foul mood and she usually found herself getting into more trouble than usual. She hadn’t been able to handle her parents being in the same city for close to twenty years now. It was so much easier when her mother stayed in Hawaii and her dad got to keep New York to himself. There were times when she wished it had been part of their divorce all those years ago. After all, their bickering and fighting over who was the better parent had left her with some deeply rooted issues that grown up Cheshire had yet to overcome. Instead of facing them, however, she booked fancy vacations or partied with the wrong kind of men.
Throughout her work at the theatre today, she had been more aggressive with her paintbrush and snapped more than usual at her poor assistants, who had taken to keeping out of her way by lunch time. Cheshire had bailed as soon as she could from the theatre, leaving the paint on the set to dry, and drove her shiny black Harley back to her somewhat cluttered apartment to shower and change before leaving once more, this time hell-bent on finding a drink long before happy hour kicked in. She had friends she could call to join her, but with the mood she was in, she didn’t want to be yelling or snapping at those who she cared about. They would find her soon enough if they wanted her.
Her heels soon led her to the doors of the comedy club and she strode inside, taking a seat at the bar, leaning over the counter to look for the bartender who was crouched down messing with the beer tap. “Hey, a whiskey sour over here please.” She called out to him, fishing the money from her purse and glaring at him when he threw her a look that seriously questioned why she was drinking so close to lunch time. However, her hard eyes soon silenced him and he moved to make her drink without another word, placing her change on the bar top without even looking in Cheshire’s general direction. She really had inherited the death glares from her parents, probably perfected it when she was six and having to witness their pure hatred of one another in the divorce courts.
It was so early in the day, that there wasn’t even an act on the stage to take her mind off her dramatic mother who would swan into New York as though she owned the place, badmouthing it the second she stepped off the plane in JFK. She looked at the drink in the glass and then sighed, knocking it back, swallowing the entire contents in a few swift gulps, the alcohol burning the back of her throat in a way that Cheshire really needed right now. “Hey, another one. No! Make it two.” She could almost feel the eyes of the bartender questioning her mental state for drinking so early. Hell, she wasn’t the only one though; there were a few people scattered around the club, nursing early drinks in their hands, but they seemed to blend into the surroundings a little better than the dark haired, inked up artist did. Her drink was slid towards her and this time she took a tiny sip from the glass, leaving the imprint of her pink lipstick on the transparent surface. She wanted to get drunk out of her mind, but she wanted to pace herself first. There was no use in trying to dial someone to help her or join her when they’d all still be working in the middle of the day. Truthfully, she just needed something to take her mind off the fact that in less than forty-eight hours her neurotic mother would be in her spare room with more luggage than was needed for a month’s visit – she was only staying for a week anyway! Another sip, another sigh and Cheshire finally began to feel the tension leave her body, though the alcohol was far from having any really effect on her.
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