There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach about the raising of the wrist;
Who: Samus Aran and YOU. YES. YOU.
What: Getting a much needed drink, waiting for Kaylee's fat ass to get over here so they can hang out.
Where: Furman's Bar in the Northern District.
When: May 4th at night (Yes, backdated, my bad.)
Warnings: OH YES IT'S LADIES' NIGHT AND THE FEELIN'S RIGHT
It had been some time since Samus and been in Furman's. After months of seclusion in her household she tried once more to brave the outside world in the hardest mission she had ever faced: human contact. So far it was going quite well, although being here reminded her of how foolish she was over a year ago ... but that was another time. She was younger, far younger than it would seem. She was twenty-seven now, and felt over fifty with the things she had done and seen. Friends come and gone.
But that's why she needed people now more than ever. To remind her of her youth, remind her that she could sit back with a beer and enjoy things the way other people could. Or maybe she was trying to convince herself. Either way, the alcohol felt good down her throat and the environment was comforting. For once maybe Samus Aran would finally cut loose a little.
What: Getting a much needed drink, waiting for Kaylee's fat ass to get over here so they can hang out.
Where: Furman's Bar in the Northern District.
When: May 4th at night (Yes, backdated, my bad.)
Warnings: OH YES IT'S LADIES' NIGHT AND THE FEELIN'S RIGHT
It had been some time since Samus and been in Furman's. After months of seclusion in her household she tried once more to brave the outside world in the hardest mission she had ever faced: human contact. So far it was going quite well, although being here reminded her of how foolish she was over a year ago ... but that was another time. She was younger, far younger than it would seem. She was twenty-seven now, and felt over fifty with the things she had done and seen. Friends come and gone.
But that's why she needed people now more than ever. To remind her of her youth, remind her that she could sit back with a beer and enjoy things the way other people could. Or maybe she was trying to convince herself. Either way, the alcohol felt good down her throat and the environment was comforting. For once maybe Samus Aran would finally cut loose a little.