Post by DONNA WINCHESTER on Oct 13, 2010 15:19:37 GMT 8
Another night of arguing, Sandra just didn't understand, she didn't understand how much responsibility rested on Donna's shoulders, how much pain and sufferring inwardly and out. She would never say that Sandra did not go through as much hell as she herself did, but at least her sister didn't know what it was like to be in hell, what it was like to torture souls and have a small part of you enjoy it.... When she had been freed from the pit, it burdened Donna immensely, haunting her dreams, she acted different... downing her sorrows and her inner secrets with whiskey and vodka, that was the way to do it.
She walked into the bar, her thoughts fuming about her arguement with Sandra about an hour ago, she wanted to focus on a bigger hunt and Sandra wanted to focus on something small, something that only effected a small amount of people because to Sandra, every hunt was just as important, no matter what the size. Donna understood, really she did, but it was becoming a pain to focus on the smaller things in the world. She had gotten in her Chevelle and told Sandra she just needed to get away and here she was, about to drink her thoughts away. She approached the bar and slid into a stool as she rested an elbow on the barcounter surface as she looked over at the bartender and smirked tilting her head "Hey there stud, mind getting a girl a bottle of Jack?" she asked as she slid the man 50 bucks and she winked at him as he slid the bottle to her, that was the way to do it, bottle and no shotglass. She twisted the cap off of the copper colored liquid filled bottle and brought it to her lips, the burning sensation filled her throat followed by warmth in her chest and stomach....the proper way to make the world around her disappear.
She walked into the bar, her thoughts fuming about her arguement with Sandra about an hour ago, she wanted to focus on a bigger hunt and Sandra wanted to focus on something small, something that only effected a small amount of people because to Sandra, every hunt was just as important, no matter what the size. Donna understood, really she did, but it was becoming a pain to focus on the smaller things in the world. She had gotten in her Chevelle and told Sandra she just needed to get away and here she was, about to drink her thoughts away. She approached the bar and slid into a stool as she rested an elbow on the barcounter surface as she looked over at the bartender and smirked tilting her head "Hey there stud, mind getting a girl a bottle of Jack?" she asked as she slid the man 50 bucks and she winked at him as he slid the bottle to her, that was the way to do it, bottle and no shotglass. She twisted the cap off of the copper colored liquid filled bottle and brought it to her lips, the burning sensation filled her throat followed by warmth in her chest and stomach....the proper way to make the world around her disappear.