Post by Molly Beck on Apr 27, 2012 2:56:45 GMT -5
"Come with us, they said. It'll be fun, they said," Molly muttered under her breath as she looked around the club for any sign of the coworkers who had dragged her out that night despite her every desire to go back home and curl up with a glass of whiskey and her pillow. It wasn't that she was tired it was just that she didn't want to go out and socialize. She wasn't above it by any means, but she hadn't been in a particularly social mood of late. It was something her coworkers were noticing and, as such, had offered to have a little office get together of clubbing and drinking all night. It wasn't Molly's idea of fun but when the boss told her to go, she caved.
The worst part was that she wasn't even enjoying herself. As the only sober one remaining in the group, it had somehow become her job to make sure her coworkers didn't fall over drunk or become a midnight snack for any less savory types out past sundown. So far, she hadn't lost any of them, but one of them had lost her scarf. Molly suspected she knew where it was, but she wasn't about to go back and get it.
Instead, she stood in the corner of the club as far away from the dance floor as she could possibly get. Her group had dispersed into the fray, and Molly was debating how likely it would be for her to be able to slip out and go home unnoticed. Deciding she was going to test her theory, she slipped outside for a gasping breath of fresh air as she leaned on the railing of the patio and looked over the street. The air was chill and there were not many people out on the patio. She took the moment to observe the crowd both as she could see them through the open doors and the transparent panes of the windows and the small crowd on the outside. It was mostly female, but males were not unheard of, happy to press up against as many women as they could. For a moment, she saw the red hair of one of her coworkers, but then it was gone again, into the crowd.
Molly signed, leaning against the railing with the flats of her forearms. "What a waste of a night," she mumbled, the idea of anyone brushing up against her with a sexual intent or even an intent to feed was just not on her list of fun things to do that night. Or any night of late, really. Normally, too, it wasn't something that she would mind. Maybe she was a- what was it her coworker had called her that morning?- head case.
The worst part was that she wasn't even enjoying herself. As the only sober one remaining in the group, it had somehow become her job to make sure her coworkers didn't fall over drunk or become a midnight snack for any less savory types out past sundown. So far, she hadn't lost any of them, but one of them had lost her scarf. Molly suspected she knew where it was, but she wasn't about to go back and get it.
Instead, she stood in the corner of the club as far away from the dance floor as she could possibly get. Her group had dispersed into the fray, and Molly was debating how likely it would be for her to be able to slip out and go home unnoticed. Deciding she was going to test her theory, she slipped outside for a gasping breath of fresh air as she leaned on the railing of the patio and looked over the street. The air was chill and there were not many people out on the patio. She took the moment to observe the crowd both as she could see them through the open doors and the transparent panes of the windows and the small crowd on the outside. It was mostly female, but males were not unheard of, happy to press up against as many women as they could. For a moment, she saw the red hair of one of her coworkers, but then it was gone again, into the crowd.
Molly signed, leaning against the railing with the flats of her forearms. "What a waste of a night," she mumbled, the idea of anyone brushing up against her with a sexual intent or even an intent to feed was just not on her list of fun things to do that night. Or any night of late, really. Normally, too, it wasn't something that she would mind. Maybe she was a- what was it her coworker had called her that morning?- head case.