The Roof: Monday Mid-day-ish [6-1-09
Peyton hadn't really slept much - and her head was feeling miserable from everything she'd drunk. But hell, it's not like she had anywhere to be or anything to do till at least Thursday, so what difference did it make.
Thus the decision to deal with a hangover by more drinking. The relocation to the roof was so that so-called BFF's wouldn't be as likely to show up and not accept apologies and say nasty things that okay, maybe were totally true, but still.
In face, she'd actually drunk-dialed her Lucas and left some sort of long rambling incoherent message, but she'd deal with that later.
For now she had a water bottle mostly filled with vodka, the sun might or might not have been shining - it's not like she cared - and the roof was BFF-less.
[Open as roofs are.]
Thus the decision to deal with a hangover by more drinking. The relocation to the roof was so that so-called BFF's wouldn't be as likely to show up and not accept apologies and say nasty things that okay, maybe were totally true, but still.
In face, she'd actually drunk-dialed her Lucas and left some sort of long rambling incoherent message, but she'd deal with that later.
For now she had a water bottle mostly filled with vodka, the sun might or might not have been shining - it's not like she cared - and the roof was BFF-less.
[Open as roofs are.]