Post by Taylor on Nov 26, 2019 21:35:14 GMT -5
tw vomit mention (but only mention)
Senelle
It was sorta getting to the point that puke was like, right at the back of her throat. And if it wasn’t, well, it sure as fuck felt like it. But she wasn’t a pussy -- she hasn’t puked since high school -- so she wasn’t going to stop. Senelle’s expression was sour as she slid off the bar stool, heading toward a booth that looked more comfortable. A chair she can lean back on, you know? But she didn’t leave without ordering another bottle of corona (and swiping some tip money someone left on the bar).
Though she really did try to slide into the empty booth, her leg hit the table wrong and she fell into it. Hit her head on the wall and it hurt like fucking hell, but surprisingly didn’t trigger all the shit in her stomach to finally make an exit.
Her eyes were bloodshot and she frankly hasn’t looked much worse than this before. Hair back in two braids and super messy since it’s been like that for about four days now. She was drowning in a big, green, puffy jacket, and had on black leggings with so many holes they may as well have been through a paper shredder. And her only pair of winter boots.
God, she really had to piss. If only she realized that before getting so comfy on this chair. Senelle stood up slowly, carefully bracing herself on the table and bringing the bottle with her toward the bathroom. She shoved the door open harshly and had to catch herself on the grimy sink. This place was so damn disgusting, but it was close. But it didn't really matter how close it was anyways; Senelle can't remember how long it's been since she slept there. A day or two maybe? Hell, for all she knew, it could've been a couple weeks. She hasn't exactly been keeping track of things since this bender started.
She checked out her ass in the rusted mirror as she took a swig of corona.
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notes: any senelle thread can be a viv thread too, so @ alex if you feel like joining feel free and if not that's cool!
Senelle
It was sorta getting to the point that puke was like, right at the back of her throat. And if it wasn’t, well, it sure as fuck felt like it. But she wasn’t a pussy -- she hasn’t puked since high school -- so she wasn’t going to stop. Senelle’s expression was sour as she slid off the bar stool, heading toward a booth that looked more comfortable. A chair she can lean back on, you know? But she didn’t leave without ordering another bottle of corona (and swiping some tip money someone left on the bar).
Though she really did try to slide into the empty booth, her leg hit the table wrong and she fell into it. Hit her head on the wall and it hurt like fucking hell, but surprisingly didn’t trigger all the shit in her stomach to finally make an exit.
Her eyes were bloodshot and she frankly hasn’t looked much worse than this before. Hair back in two braids and super messy since it’s been like that for about four days now. She was drowning in a big, green, puffy jacket, and had on black leggings with so many holes they may as well have been through a paper shredder. And her only pair of winter boots.
God, she really had to piss. If only she realized that before getting so comfy on this chair. Senelle stood up slowly, carefully bracing herself on the table and bringing the bottle with her toward the bathroom. She shoved the door open harshly and had to catch herself on the grimy sink. This place was so damn disgusting, but it was close. But it didn't really matter how close it was anyways; Senelle can't remember how long it's been since she slept there. A day or two maybe? Hell, for all she knew, it could've been a couple weeks. She hasn't exactly been keeping track of things since this bender started.
She checked out her ass in the rusted mirror as she took a swig of corona.
addressed: n/a
mentioned: n/a
tags: n/a
notes: any senelle thread can be a viv thread too, so @ alex if you feel like joining feel free and if not that's cool!