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It was easy to hide from her friends in LA. They hadn't found her yet, and she occasionally found herself wondering what they were saying - That Buffy's ran away again - except this isn't high school anymore. It's not as simple as running away, not anymore.
So there she sat, on the edge of her studio apartment's mattress, wondering when Wesley would arrive, and whether it was a good idea he did or not. It was nice to catch up with old friends if you were in the mood for it, but with her and Wes, it hadn't been catching up. If anything it had been mutual misery, mutual drinking, and maybe drinking wasn't such a good idea for her. It never had been.
But that was before. That was back when she had reasons not to drink. She no longer had that.
Biting her bottom lip she decided to get started early, and tentatively, mixing together a peach margarita. A girly drink, but sometimes she needed something to make her feel like she was still a girl, still a woman. Lately she had only felt like a zombie. A living, breathing, undead thing.
But god, she hated doing it alone. She kept glancing over at the door.
So there she sat, on the edge of her studio apartment's mattress, wondering when Wesley would arrive, and whether it was a good idea he did or not. It was nice to catch up with old friends if you were in the mood for it, but with her and Wes, it hadn't been catching up. If anything it had been mutual misery, mutual drinking, and maybe drinking wasn't such a good idea for her. It never had been.
But that was before. That was back when she had reasons not to drink. She no longer had that.
Biting her bottom lip she decided to get started early, and tentatively, mixing together a peach margarita. A girly drink, but sometimes she needed something to make her feel like she was still a girl, still a woman. Lately she had only felt like a zombie. A living, breathing, undead thing.
But god, she hated doing it alone. She kept glancing over at the door.