RP: Something Familiar
Date: Saturday, January 15, 2011
Characters: Astrid Keller and Open
Location: Starbucks on West 7th
Status: Public
Summary: Astrid's already done with Texas, but at least she can get a decent cup of coffee.
Completion: Complete
God, this sucked. She hadn't even been in the city--well, relatively speaking, as she lived in the freaking boonies--a week, and already she hated it. She hated the weather and living with her grandmother and having to pick out fifteen hours of useless classes she knew she was going to fail. She wasn't sure her adviser even knew what he was talking about, but she was sick of fighting with people about freaking school. If she flunked this time, then maybe her parents would take a clue that she just wasn't cut out for college.
Astrid had been driving around for two hours already. She didn't much like driving, but it was better than sitting at home or stopping at one of the hundreds of random places she'd passed. Houses and supermarkets and Wal-Mart and McDonald's and apartment complexes and god. What did people do for fun in this place?
Oh yeah, ride cows.
She rolled her eyes at the thought, though she wasn't going to complain aloud about it right now. There was some big event this weekend, and that meant that Gram was super, super busy doing whatever veterinarians did at big cow events. Yeah, maybe there'd be horses and stuff, too, but Astrid really just didn't get the draw. Why was watching someone ride exciting? She'd never really gotten why people liked watching things like football or baseball, either, so they all sort of fell into the whatever category. It got Gram out of the house and thus out of her hair for the day, though. She wasn't under house arrest, but she might as well have been for the demands her grandmother had put on her. Since when did her agreement with her parents mean she had to clean bathrooms?
A familiar green and black sign up ahead drew her attention, and for the first time she could remember since arriving, she smiled. Starbucks. Thank god for something familiar. She pulled off and parked her shiny new Lexus hybid, continuing her mental thanks for having stashed some money her parents didn't know about. She didn't think Gram's measly allowance--"Just until you get a job."--would allow for triple grande sugar-free caramel soy lattes.
There were a few people in line, but that wasn't unusual. She used the moment to run a hand subtly through her hair and make sure it was in place without looking over-styled.
Characters: Astrid Keller and Open
Location: Starbucks on West 7th
Status: Public
Summary: Astrid's already done with Texas, but at least she can get a decent cup of coffee.
Completion: Complete
God, this sucked. She hadn't even been in the city--well, relatively speaking, as she lived in the freaking boonies--a week, and already she hated it. She hated the weather and living with her grandmother and having to pick out fifteen hours of useless classes she knew she was going to fail. She wasn't sure her adviser even knew what he was talking about, but she was sick of fighting with people about freaking school. If she flunked this time, then maybe her parents would take a clue that she just wasn't cut out for college.
Astrid had been driving around for two hours already. She didn't much like driving, but it was better than sitting at home or stopping at one of the hundreds of random places she'd passed. Houses and supermarkets and Wal-Mart and McDonald's and apartment complexes and god. What did people do for fun in this place?
Oh yeah, ride cows.
She rolled her eyes at the thought, though she wasn't going to complain aloud about it right now. There was some big event this weekend, and that meant that Gram was super, super busy doing whatever veterinarians did at big cow events. Yeah, maybe there'd be horses and stuff, too, but Astrid really just didn't get the draw. Why was watching someone ride exciting? She'd never really gotten why people liked watching things like football or baseball, either, so they all sort of fell into the whatever category. It got Gram out of the house and thus out of her hair for the day, though. She wasn't under house arrest, but she might as well have been for the demands her grandmother had put on her. Since when did her agreement with her parents mean she had to clean bathrooms?
A familiar green and black sign up ahead drew her attention, and for the first time she could remember since arriving, she smiled. Starbucks. Thank god for something familiar. She pulled off and parked her shiny new Lexus hybid, continuing her mental thanks for having stashed some money her parents didn't know about. She didn't think Gram's measly allowance--"Just until you get a job."--would allow for triple grande sugar-free caramel soy lattes.
There were a few people in line, but that wasn't unusual. She used the moment to run a hand subtly through her hair and make sure it was in place without looking over-styled.