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Post by Bobby Ryan on Apr 24, 2007 21:06:14 GMT 7
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A bottle of red wine was on a coffee table in the middle of Bobby's living room. Half of it already gone while Bobby was quickly working her way through the other half. Her hand wrapped firmly around the wine glass, bringing it to her lips as she scoffed the entire contents down in one gulp. Newly painted fingernails represented the current 'emotion' that had taken over her. Oh yes, she was depressed.
Well that wasn't the only emotion that happened to inhabit her at that moment. There were several others. Pain, Angst & Fear were the main ones, aside from depression, that stood out the most. Hence her reason for drinking. All those emotions were driving her crazy. One second she was bawling her eyes out, the next she was so angry that she had punched a hole in her wall, then there was regret after the wall incident, then came Fear & Angst. What would happen to Coyote Ugly now that Lil had died? If it closed what would happen to her, how would she live? Her whole life felt as if it had been turned upside down and she didn't know how to cope. She just wanted to escape from it all. Hence why she was drinking.
Now she was just waiting. Waiting for Ainsley, her best friend, to come. Bobby didn't tell her why she was going to her apartment but had left a fairly depressing message on her phone telling her to meet Bobby at her apartment. With nothing else to do, Bobby pulled out one of her many bottles of alcohol. Red wine was Lil's all time favourite. She knew it was stupid to drink it at a time like this, as it would make her think of Lil even more which would make her more depressed, but she had to. She just had to.
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Post by Rebecca Gunther on Apr 26, 2007 16:15:52 GMT 7
Feeling a moment of urgency rush through out her body, Rebecca had tapped her foot impatiently against the marble floor of the elevator, waiting as it slowly made its up to level 4; where Bobby's apartment room was. Usually, Becca would be the one to make cheesy dance moves to the elevator music playing in the background but this time, she felt annoyed. Annoyed, curious, impatient, and anxious. She, for one, was both anxious and curious to know what it was that could put Bobby in such a low mood.
Ding! The elevator doors opened and Becca walked out quickly before making her way to apartment room 53. She knew this place like the back of her hand, now, considering the many times she's visited her best friend here. Not even bothering to knock on the door, Becca merely turned the handle and pushed the door open to find that it was in fact not locked to her luck. As she took off her coat and hung it at the coat rack in the entrance of the apartment, Becca's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Her eyes glazed over a new found hole on a wall, probably a cause of being punched at before it found its way to where Bobby was at, currently sitting at the living room with bottles of red wine on the table. Uh-oh. This was definitely nothing good, Becca was sure of that fact. Taking a few steps closer, she noticed the newly painted black fingernails on Bobby and let out a small sigh. She knew her too well to know that Bobby was in fact, depressed. The reason to her depression though, was still currently being contemplated in her mind.
Without another moment of hesitation, Becca found herself making her way to Bobby before giving her a nice, heartwarming hug. Considering she didn't know what exactly it was that was going on, Becca really didn't know what to say. If the cause for this sudden change of demeanor on Bobby had to do with Dean, then she made a mental note to kick his ass later for whatever it is that he did. However, for these circumstances she doubted it had much to do with Dean... or any of her enemies for that reason.
"Aw, what's wrong, love?" Becca asked after pulling back from the hug and sitting herself down beside Bobby.
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Post by Bobby Ryan on Apr 30, 2007 23:45:04 GMT 7
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Deep in thoughts of how depressing her life was, Bobby didn't even notice Ainsley enter her apartment. She had called her, and she was waiting for her but Ainsley lived in Huntley, a good hour or so away so she didn't expect her to get there so fast. Bobby's face was completely straight, no emotion at all when Ainsley hugged her. She didn't feel anything. No joy, no pain, nothing. She sculled back her wine when Ainsley asked her what was wrong.
How exactly was she to answer that. Death wasn't a normal thing in Bobby's life and she had never really been around it. No one really close to her has died. She wished some would die, but no one ever really did. Her grandparents did when she was really young but thats about as far as it goes. So that makes Death a hard subject for Bobby. She didn't know how other people would react, one thing was for sure though, she hated to hear people apologize after they've just been informed of a death. Unless they had something to do with it, they had nothing to apologize about. That was one of Bobby's main pet peeves.
"Lil, my boss.. you remember her?" Bobby paused before asking a question, working her way around to saying it. She still didn't really believe it herself. "Well she's dead" She decided to just come out and say it, there was no point in delaying it. That wouldn't bring her back so there was no point in it. "Car accident on her way home from JFK" She continued to talk because she didn't want to hear Ainsley say sorry. She wanted Ainsley to know the basic facts before she made her 'comment'.
"Oh and you know who was her doctor.." Bobby asked, avoiding eye contact with her by keeping her eyes on the wine bottle, as she poured more wine into her glass. "That bastard Dominic" She finished, her face having a slight look of hate on it as she said his name. Ainsley should know all about him, how he and Bobby dated for a short while and although they parted on good terms, Bobby now had a hate for him. One that Ainsley probably didn't know about until now. "Bastard let her die" She tipped her head back and poured the entire contents of her glass into her mouth. She was definitely going to need one more bottle.
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