Fandom Post Office, December 22 (Tuesday)
If it had been entirely up to her, Éponine would still be at home today, under the covers and probably nursing a massive hangover. (And treating it by drinking more, of course. Was there any other way?)
But she'd developed an absurd sense of obligation to her job and to the people on the island -- it was annoying and inconvenient, it was, and her life would have been much easier without it, but that was just how things seemed to be now and if there was anyone who had Christmas presents left to send off she'd feel even worse for leaving them in the lurch.
Damned inconvenient.
It would take her a lot of coffee to get through today, and anyone trying to pry that coffee out of her hands was going to end up in a fight, but she'd make it. Somehow.
And then go back home and curl up under the covers, likely as anything.
But she'd developed an absurd sense of obligation to her job and to the people on the island -- it was annoying and inconvenient, it was, and her life would have been much easier without it, but that was just how things seemed to be now and if there was anyone who had Christmas presents left to send off she'd feel even worse for leaving them in the lurch.
Damned inconvenient.
It would take her a lot of coffee to get through today, and anyone trying to pry that coffee out of her hands was going to end up in a fight, but she'd make it. Somehow.
And then go back home and curl up under the covers, likely as anything.