No more excuses // No more tears to cry (OTA)
Fangtasia was so not the place Angela figured she should be. On the other hand, if she was going to get her throat ripped out, she also figured she would have dreamed it, at which point, well. It would be pointless to try to resist. Because you couldn't change the future, couldn't change fate.
Fate was a fucker who deserved a kick in the balls.
Mostly, she was in the bar because Faye had mentioned the bartenders weren't as picky about serving people not yet 21, and she didn't feel like chatting up one in another bar and pointing out she was 19, and old enough to be married or whatever, and should be allowed to drink.
Nor did she feel like just snagging Adam's whiskey and hiding in the park, though that had appeal. Someone would see her there and probably tell that fucking bastard and then he or Peter or someone would try and cheer her the fuck up and she didn't want to be cheered up. She wanted to be drunk, and forget, and have a little fun.
Her future boyfriend was marrying her son in six days and she was, quite frankly, over it. Done. Out.
She needed a break, and she was really hoping someone interesting would come along to give her one, whatever form that took.
Fate was a fucker who deserved a kick in the balls.
Mostly, she was in the bar because Faye had mentioned the bartenders weren't as picky about serving people not yet 21, and she didn't feel like chatting up one in another bar and pointing out she was 19, and old enough to be married or whatever, and should be allowed to drink.
Nor did she feel like just snagging Adam's whiskey and hiding in the park, though that had appeal. Someone would see her there and probably tell that fucking bastard and then he or Peter or someone would try and cheer her the fuck up and she didn't want to be cheered up. She wanted to be drunk, and forget, and have a little fun.
Her future boyfriend was marrying her son in six days and she was, quite frankly, over it. Done. Out.
She needed a break, and she was really hoping someone interesting would come along to give her one, whatever form that took.