Post by Keira Bennett on Oct 8, 2008 16:20:37 GMT -5
There was having a bad day at work and then there was having a bad day at school with it; both resulting in the same down, pissed off feeling when you know there was nothing you could have done to change it. Now Keira didn't drink regardless of her being of age at home so why was she sat in a restaurant? Or rather the bar of said restaurant but the most important aspect was the fact that she wasn't drinking or more to the point she wasn't drinking anything alcoholic. Resting her head lightly on the palm of her left hand she eyed the clear glass of sparking water, ice chips melting slowly at the bottom on the glass. Her dance partner was so obtuse it pained her to be around him, her father didn't have a clue and her foot was sore causing her to walk around like Igor when the tape was off.
Shaking her head she picked up the glass, lips lingering on the rim before cupping it and sipping, ice chiming as she did so. She'd have bet another day couldn't beat this one but chances were, and her reoccurring bad luck taken into account, that another could she only hoped that it wouldn't be later as opposed to sooner. Kia placed the glass back down, hooking her heels back onto the rail running around the stool she sat lightly upon. Slipping her hand into her jeans she pulled out her sidekick, flipping it open within a second, and set to work texting back home, smile pulling on her lips when she realised the time. Two o'clock in the morning messages were a nightmare anyway whether you wanted them or now, the careless fumbling across the keys, the way you always knocked something off your bedside table when you leaned over to turn a lamp on and the hoarse, quiet cusses when something broke or rolled under your bed. Snickering, she rolled her eyes at the word Kiki on the tiny screen as she challenged with her friend's own nickname, before looking up "can you put more ice in there?"