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Post by isa3 on Jun 10, 2010 17:33:49 GMT -5
Getting out of the shower, Joey wrapped a towel around her body and went to the foggy mirror. She wiped a part of the mirror so that she could see her reflection. She looked tired, worn. But she supposed that was due to her bartending job. Staying up all night serving people alcohol that she wasn't allowed to have until she was off shift. It was a hard job, she had decided on the first night that she had worked. Watching other people getting drunk without her wasn't nearly as fun as getting shit-faced with them. If it weren't for all the bills she was collecting she would have wanted to quit. But she made good money. Although.. She knew where she could make even better money, but she wasn't ready to completely humiluate her family, since they still lived in town. She may not have been the perfect daughter, or even a really good one, she still loved her family. Even if they blamed her twin's death on her- something she didn't blame her family for doing since she knew it was her fault that Janice had died. Looking into the mirror, Joey decided that today she needed to do something that was relaxing. Of course sex came to mind immediately, but she scratched that out. As relaxing as sex could be, she knew that was not what she needed right now. Wasn't sex the start of all her problems anyways?
Coming up with a quick decision, Joelle left the bathroom and walked into her rather quaint bedroom. She quickly went to her dresser drewer and pulled out her bathing-suite. It was a rather scandalous piece, and she absolutely loved it. Pulling it on, she pulled out a pair of short shorts and a tank top designed to show off her stomach, although a piece of her bathing suite would be a bit in the way. Once she was dressed she grabbed her towel, sunglasses, and filled her purse with a few esstentials. Sunscreen. Food. Beer. Oh the good life. Joey left her appartment and caught the bus to the beach-not able to afford a car on her own she was left to public transportation.
The sand between her toes made Joey smile as she scanned the beach for the perfect spot. It was fairly crowded, but thankfully not overly so. Finding a spot, Joey walked over and put her stuff down, pulled out her towel and laying it across the sand. Joey sat on it and pulled out her sun-tan lotion and began putting it on. She was having some minor difficulties in reaching her back, and looked around her to see if she could persuade someone to help her out. It would be bad if she was bright red for a week due to the sun. It certainly wouldn't feel great when she had to work. Or when she persuaded somoene to come to the back with her.
tag: i can't remember who it was going to be so opened
music: beach by all time low
words: i didn't count
notes: ummm it sucks sorry
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