Whiskey sour
continued from here. @mpemmao
The embrace of alcohol could be an escape sometimes and Hecate found herself lightly tipsy on her own. Such state of mind could be dangerous, with her voices taking over her mind, echoing even further than usual so it was rather easy for her to be seen seemingly talking to herself. The topic of such conversation wasn’t new, splurging her sorrow towards Vincent, Min and her daughters’ hatred. However, the voice of a stranger made her brain halt the state of frenzy.
In a slow motion, Hecate glanced at the other, her gaze piercing the male’s with her own annoyance at his audacity to meddle in her business. “Perhaps you could use a different drink, its starting to reflect on your face and mouth.” As Hecate spoke, she stood up and walked to him. The invitation felt rather salty and her first couple seconds were aimed at leaving that person alone.
But she wasn’t going to walk away from him. “You know what. Fuck it.” Hecate had nothing to lose, this stranger could be someone she’d never see again for all she knew. “Sad? Do you think life is supposed to be fun? We walk this place endlessly and when you finally find a purpose to fucking exist, then all is thrown away because of a human. A handsome and kind, fucking human.”
