A few drinks...
Who: Rachel ot whomever
Where: the Bronze
When: Saturday night
Valentine's day had come and gone, and though Rachel didn't really expect anything from anyone that year - it was still a disappointment that she had received nothing. She felt old and lonely, fast approaching an age where she might as well retire from the looking-for-love scene and settle into being a spinster. The specter of forty loomed on the horizon, in a town where almost everyone seemed to be in their teens to twenties. Of course, this was because most people didn't live that long past it - but it still grated. For all that she had a daughter (well, three daughters now technically), she'd never been married. Never had someone long enough to consider it.
She sat at the bar, working her way through a series of alcoholic drinks and watching the youth of Sunnydale come and go. She wondered how many of them would survive another year.
Where: the Bronze
When: Saturday night
Valentine's day had come and gone, and though Rachel didn't really expect anything from anyone that year - it was still a disappointment that she had received nothing. She felt old and lonely, fast approaching an age where she might as well retire from the looking-for-love scene and settle into being a spinster. The specter of forty loomed on the horizon, in a town where almost everyone seemed to be in their teens to twenties. Of course, this was because most people didn't live that long past it - but it still grated. For all that she had a daughter (well, three daughters now technically), she'd never been married. Never had someone long enough to consider it.
She sat at the bar, working her way through a series of alcoholic drinks and watching the youth of Sunnydale come and go. She wondered how many of them would survive another year.