A Hole in the Sky {Cam}

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

Fenn wasn't really ever one for sophistication, even though she was raised in the best place of D1, and to be an actress. So that's why it was really no surprise to her that she had woken up sometime in the middle of the night in an alley outside of what appeared to be a bank at first glance. Yup, by the look of the stone it was probably a bank. Her cat had gotten used to it as well it seemed, because when she woke up, she found the cat in a tight ball in her lap, purring away. She had done a check of course, to make sure she was still wearing clothes. The leather was intact, she noted to her satisfaction. It was a small reason of why she chose it, it was a lot harder to rape someone in a full leather bodysuit.

Her flask that she kept for emergency sobriety was beside her, and she took a large swig, attacking the headache that was trying to form itself inside her brain. Her hat, a fedora today, was placed safely on her head, if not a little tipped to the side, but it didn't bother her. Frowning, she lifted the flask to her mouth, and drank it down, sighing happily as the headache hurried away to hide. She considered shifting her weight, but the cat would be upset, and she knew that there was no way that her ass was not asleep. No, she could save the awakening of her butt for later, but for now she was pretty damn pleased with where she was. At the thought of being pleased with being in an alley way after a bad night occurred to her, she let out a booming laugh, filling up all the empty night with sound.

The cat jumped away anyway in surprise, and Fenn took the opportunity to stretch out with a loud moan. It had been a while since she had gotten so wasted that she had ended up in an alley way, at least a few blocks from any party street, and she had forgotten how fun it was to wake up in a wet alley. Really, she should suggest it to some of the dicks at the local haunt. She grimaced as she carefully rubbed her sore muscles. She must have been out for at least a few hours because the last thing she remembered was the third or fourth shot of tequila she had taken back at her flat. She thought back to it, wondering if there had been anyone there as well, anyone naked, but she couldn't quite remember too well. Sometimes the naked bodies just swam into one giant thing that she had slept with.

The idea of that kept her entertained for at least ten minutes as she considered the fun she could have with a body that had quite a few different holes. Shaking her head at the thought, she realized that she should be considering finding out where she was exactly, and then leaving the spot. Anything could happen to her beside a bank. She could be arrested for loitering or something, and even so, it would be bad for her publicity if the paparazzi found her here. Not that she really cared, but for the fact that she had a job that gave her the funds for all the alcohol she needed and consumed. She knew that it shouldn't be a matter of pride that she was able to drink so much now, but it really made her happy to beat the guys at their stupid drinking games.

People who drank for fun kind of confused her, as she had assumed since she started drinking that people drank to be drunk off their asses so they could forget their shitty lives. But when she had been in the capitol, which she often was to shoot stupid Hunger Game romance movies (bleh), she saw all the kids her age drinking just to party. Well, she hated partying unless it involved lots of alcohol and maybe sometimes a really good round of sex. She didn't used to be so into sex, she saw it more of being like a chore, until she realized that it could be pleasurable for her as well. That was when it got fun. she also had found out that she really had no preference when it came down to it. As long as she was happy in the end it was fine with her, Dick or Jane, nothing mattered because half the time she was too drunk to notice anyway.

It was always a good choice to think about your life in a dark alleyway sometime in the middle of the night, she decided. She would have to get drunk as a skunk and wobble off into an alley more often. She looked up suddenly, trying to see above the rooftops, to look at the moon. When she was little, it had always been a ball of shaped chocolate to her, although most people apparently thought it was cheese. Which was weird, because why would a moon be made of cheese, jesus, that was just plain weird. Now that she was older however, she realized that the moon was just a stupid hole in the sky, nothing majestic about it. It annoyed her to no end how much people romanticized a stupid rock in a stupid sky full of other rocks that were farther away.

She reached towards the prowling Suspenders, pulling him into her lap, and played with his whiskers. Slowly, she leaned her head back against the wall, too smart to know that if she stood up, her head would rush away from her in anger at her drinking, and then she might be completely lost. She had to wait at least another half hour. At least she was warm enough in her leather, and confident enough in the fact that she would be able to find her way home. She was pretty sure the reason she recognized the bank by the stone work was that it was her bank, and therefore she could only be a few blocks from home at most. She considered the empty flask beside her, and lifted it up to her lips, hoping for a few more drops at least. She found herself wishing she had brought her other emergency flask. it was poor planning that her drunken self had done. She'd have to leave a note or something next time, she thought, shaking her head.