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justsookie) wrote2014-07-30 08:20 pm
justsookie) wrote2014-07-30 08:20 pm
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coughed out my heart in the last stall
It's been a few weeks since Will's disappearance, and Sookie has been good. Very good. She's been dealing with the loss by speaking with people, but also allocating a fair amount of time to self-reflection. She's felt the brunt of devastation, but she hasn't let herself wallow in it constantly, instead making sure that she still interacts with her friends and keeps her chin up at work. Everything's been fine. Functional. As much as someone can expect for a woman who's lost someone she loved yet again.
But for some reason, being good is the last thing that she wants tonight. Instead, the thought of throwing all caution to the wind and getting horribly, unforgivably drunk sounds like a good idea.
She won't, of course. The risk of a hangover the next day is far too much for Sookie to bear. But she is very willing to at least give a friend a call, and see whether or not a night of wine is in the cards. After finding out that Fred is free, Sookie works on making her apartment presentable and welcoming, lighting a couple of sandalwood candles to warm up the space.
But for some reason, being good is the last thing that she wants tonight. Instead, the thought of throwing all caution to the wind and getting horribly, unforgivably drunk sounds like a good idea.
She won't, of course. The risk of a hangover the next day is far too much for Sookie to bear. But she is very willing to at least give a friend a call, and see whether or not a night of wine is in the cards. After finding out that Fred is free, Sookie works on making her apartment presentable and welcoming, lighting a couple of sandalwood candles to warm up the space.