23 Griffin Way, Porch, Monday Night
Hayley had a cigarette between her lips, a bottle of cheap whiskey in her hand, and her leather jacket pulled tight around her. Settled in, sitting on the porch, she almost looked like she felt at home. She'd made a bunch of mistakes last night, horrific, awful mistakes. She couldn't undo them and she could feel the weight of it all eating her up inside. Then the way Jono wouldn't even talk to her...
She took another swig from the bottle. She didn't have tears anymore. She absolutely, positively refused to cry.
So she laughed. Long, manic, gasping-for-air laughs. It was all just a joke, after all. Life was just a joke, you just had to know the punchline.
[ooc: Open, sure.]
She took another swig from the bottle. She didn't have tears anymore. She absolutely, positively refused to cry.
So she laughed. Long, manic, gasping-for-air laughs. It was all just a joke, after all. Life was just a joke, you just had to know the punchline.
[ooc: Open, sure.]