when: 5th july where: idk a bar somewhere who: @risingada
Orlaith didn't often go out after work. The job was too exhausting for her to want to do much than go home to eat some food and smoke and lie horizontally somewhere. But occasionally she did when one of her friends at worked needled enough. A few glasses of something was usually enough before she could say her goodbyes and get herself home; it was only the rare occasion she got too carried away, though she swore to herself tonight she wouldn't. It wasn't like she had a day off tomorrow to recover if she accidentally got herself hungover.
The crowd waiting at the bar to order drinks was heaving as usual, but eventually Orlaith managed to push her way to the front, arm resting on the sticky counter. Now the real hard part began; trying to get the barman's attention.
