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Post by maggie drew rowanski on Jul 12, 2015 8:52:44 GMT -5
  Waking up with a hangover wasn’t exactly what Maggie wanted for a Friday morning. However, she had helped land a big new contract for the company she worked for now and she had spent Thursday night celebrating with her boss and a few other colleagues from the architect firm. What had started out as a bottle of bubbly in a fancy New York bar had ultimately turned into tequila shots in a nightclub after a few hours once they were bored of the bubbles. Now, at 8am with her alarm blaring the theme from Hawaii 50, Maggie was starting to pay the price. Dragging herself from her bed she stumbled into her bathroom and looked in the mirror, grimacing at the state of the smudged eye make-up and knotted hair that was twisted around hairpins she had been too drunk to remove before she passed out. Thankfully, she didn’t have to be in the office until that afternoon and that was just to do some basic desk work and not anything big that would require her full focus.
Running a bath because she didn’t think she could stand in the shower, Maggie went through sluggish motions to sort herself out and bring some life back to herself. She pulled pins from her hair, threw the clothes that smelt like alcohol into the laundry basket, and got herself a glass of water and some painkillers to tackle the throbbing at her temples. She soaked in the bath until the water turned cold and her face was clean of make-up once more. Only then did Maggie start to feel the teensiest bit like she was on the path to becoming a human being again. To go any further she needed food; the kind of food she didn’t have in her apartment, or did, but didn’t have the skill at present to cook it.
Grabbing clothes from her wardrobe that were comfy, Maggie dressed and grabbed her bag, checking to see how much cash she had left from the night before, wincing at the damage. It was no wonder she felt this rough and that was before considering what might have been put on her cards. Leaving her apartment and locking it up, she headed outside, groaning at the light, and down the street to Grand Central and to one of the cafés inside. They had been serving breakfast for a few hours now, mainly for commuters and travellers. Maggie entered and sat as far away from the door as possible and ordered a glass of water to start with before requesting a breakfast fry to start her day off. On her way back to the table from the counter, she tripped over a chair and crashed into the table before her own, her thigh hitting the wood painfully and a loud string of swear words exploded from her lips. Hissing, she fell back into her chair, rubbing the spot that had taken the blow. “Son of a fucking bitch.” She grumbled, glaring at her leg and slumping in her seat now.
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TAGGED! @open
WORDS! 511!
OUTFIT! Adorable Architect!
LYRICS! Ghost - - - Ella Henderson
NOTES! <3 <3 <3
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