#musises

She doesn’t know how she ends up in this position-- dragged to a party she doesn’t want to attend with little to know warning. It’s a familiar position-- short dress-- long coat-- and january wind and she’s never sure how it starts but she’s familiar with the ending. drunken--silent sleep. she takes the drink that is handed to her with a smile and mingles with her friends. she feels eyes on her occasionally but she doesn’t say anything, just waits for her exit. there will be no dancing tonight. she ends up in one of the bedrooms sipping her drink-- looking for silence, whilst her friend is passed out next to her, and chuckles quietly to herself. typical. it’s all oddly cliched. when the door opens she wants to offer a smile and an explanation but his eyes stop her. they seem familiar.