Arms Hotel - Room 312 - Christmas Day
A bottle of whiskey and nobody to distract herself with. This was just a freaking perfect Christmas.
Renee picked up the phone and hit the speed dial on a number she hadn't quite gotten around to removing just yet.
"Hello?"
Papa...
"Hello?"
She could hear her mother in the background, asking who was it. But she still didn't say anything.
"...Renee?"
She hung up the phone.
"Merry fucking Christmas." Another drink. She needed another drink.
[[ooc: Establishy, but open I guess if you're up for some X-TREME SP]]
Renee picked up the phone and hit the speed dial on a number she hadn't quite gotten around to removing just yet.
"Hello?"
Papa...
"Hello?"
She could hear her mother in the background, asking who was it. But she still didn't say anything.
"...Renee?"
She hung up the phone.
"Merry fucking Christmas." Another drink. She needed another drink.
[[ooc: Establishy, but open I guess if you're up for some X-TREME SP]]