what do i have left to lose?
Jan. 1st, 2017 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
st_arcrossedIt was past the midnight hour when Rebekah was in the bar. She didn't care that there wasn't really anyone around since she wasn't really looking for company. What she was looking for was just a bit more alcohol to deal with the burning hunger that had gotten to the level of being distracting. Especially when it had nearly pushed her to break down someone's door and find out why she could smell blood. Oh, it had only been just a whiff but it had been enough. It was just a brief scent to remind her that she was hungry.
Standing at the bar, she stared at the glass she had in her hand and tried to force back the emotions that boiled beneath the surface. The whole heightened emotions bit could be a pain in the ass most of the time but it was definitely worse when she was on edge. Add in the stress of her new situation, the feeling that her mother was behind it all and, yeah, Rebekah wasn't doing so hot.
Especially when she was squeezing the glass hard enough that it looked like it might break at any moment, the expression on her face clearly upset and struggling....with something.
Standing at the bar, she stared at the glass she had in her hand and tried to force back the emotions that boiled beneath the surface. The whole heightened emotions bit could be a pain in the ass most of the time but it was definitely worse when she was on edge. Add in the stress of her new situation, the feeling that her mother was behind it all and, yeah, Rebekah wasn't doing so hot.
Especially when she was squeezing the glass hard enough that it looked like it might break at any moment, the expression on her face clearly upset and struggling....with something.
