#borncliche

                    “  sit, drink, whatever...  ”  maureen mumbles, her lips pressed against an almost empty beer bottle & a hand waving at the empty seat beside her. there’s nothing to drink about, nothing to celebrate or get pissed of. maybe she should get pissed that she’s stuck in an unfamiliar town, that she’s left her friends, but her bohemian lifestyle prevented that— la vie boheme, they’d shout, always living at the moment & never clinging to life. so here she is, in the bar she works at, finishing her 5th drink for the day for no apparent reason.