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Post by mai dalia de vries on Sept 29, 2018 13:49:49 GMT -5
  The Lounge was always busy on the weekends, but Mai wouldn’t begrudge any of the NYU students from needing to let loose. She was one of them, and she completely understood the stresses that could build up from Monday to Friday. Her classes were intense, and her nights were filled with textbooks that could make her go cross eyed – and it wasn’t because her blood sugar had dropped! Even she liked to enjoy her weekends, though hers was different for a variety of reasons; most of them health based. Most of the time her weekends were coffee shops, board games with friends, and long nights talking about theoretical examples of things that would never ever happen in the history of the human race. Sometimes, if she and her friends were feeling exceptionally peppy, they might decide to throw themselves a dinner bash, cook a bunch of dishes that didn’t really complement each other and often end up with more desert than healthy food, and just veg about watching bad movies only one person actually liked.
Mai didn’t mind going out when her friends wanted to celebrate a birthday or the end of exams or assignments. She was just often that “sober sister” in the group who made sure everyone got home safely at the end of the night before even thinking about herself. It was amusing to her, considering she had to look out for herself every day she was breathing. One wrong bump or awkward fall could land her in the ER with broken bones. Mai didn’t need that. She was happy to nurse her water, to dance on the edge of the dance floor in her own space and keep away from the drunken lurchers who could topple like an unstable Jenga tower at any moment. Of course, Mai wasn’t going to put up with that kind of environment every time the weekend rolled around. She liked an adrenaline rush despite how fragile her body could be, but there if she was going to end up on crutches or in plaster, then she wanted to at least have a memory that made it worth it.
The colourful haired Dutch girl was happy enough serving the drinks in the lounge. Sometimes she finished her shift and curled up in one of the big worn leather seats with a bar snack and something virgin if there was a good act on. Tonight there was hardly a moment to come up for air, but a familiar face caught her eye. It wasn’t like usual where she recognised someone who came in frequently, someone from the sports teams or a face she knew simply from around the busy campus. No, this one was familiar for a different reason. This was the face who had given her a brief taste of home for just one afternoon. It had been short, but Mai had left with a slight spring in her step that day. She rarely got to speak Dutch unless she was calling home. Mai didn’t know what Sawyer drank, or who he was with when he came in, but she wasn’t the shy type. In her opinion, that afternoon had been fun, and since seeing him again now she was curious about spending more time with him. She uncapped a bottle of beer, scribbled a short message on a napkin and grabbed one of the girls who was cleaning up the tables of empties to run it over to him for her. Then, it became a waiting game.
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TAGGED! Sawyer Jackson Ramsay
WORDS! 586!
LYRICS! For the Keeping - - - Wayward Daughter
NOTES!
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