Outside the Kwik Stop | Friday Night
Sometimes, the days were shit.
Bellamy had stopped counting how long he'd been stuck on this island. He didn't want to think about how many days Octavia had possibly been with the Grounders. The longer she was with them, the less likely she'd live. He didn't think Finn and his delicate sensibilities would do a damn thing to get his sister back. He'd slink back to the camp and cry over Clarke. Worthless.
There was a bottle in Bellamy's hand and he sipped from it slowly, letting the liquor burn his lungs and warm him up from the inside. Booze hadn't been available on their Earth. He was sure Monty or Jasper could probably get something to together but there hadn't been any time.
Here, he'd just walked into the store behind him, produced some money and now he had alcohol and a buzz going. He didn't want to go back to the woods and sleep. He didn't want to be here at all. But, he was stuck.
And it sucked.
[Open, sure.]
Bellamy had stopped counting how long he'd been stuck on this island. He didn't want to think about how many days Octavia had possibly been with the Grounders. The longer she was with them, the less likely she'd live. He didn't think Finn and his delicate sensibilities would do a damn thing to get his sister back. He'd slink back to the camp and cry over Clarke. Worthless.
There was a bottle in Bellamy's hand and he sipped from it slowly, letting the liquor burn his lungs and warm him up from the inside. Booze hadn't been available on their Earth. He was sure Monty or Jasper could probably get something to together but there hadn't been any time.
Here, he'd just walked into the store behind him, produced some money and now he had alcohol and a buzz going. He didn't want to go back to the woods and sleep. He didn't want to be here at all. But, he was stuck.
And it sucked.
[Open, sure.]