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Aug. 25th, 2020 at 8:42 PM
Original birthday plans had been cancelled. October First was when she was supposed to go get drinks with friends from the small playhouse they worked in, but they couldn't coordinate a time. And now, when she was sure a time had been coordinated and she'd received confirmation from her friends that yes, Etty's Bar was in fact where they were going today, and yes, they'd all be there at seven like they told her...she was pretty sure her so-called-friends were assholes. No one was here. And at 7:23 after she'd texted them to ask where they were, they replied with something along the lines of they changed their mind.
That was fine. Evie was still going to get something to drink and enjoy it on the porch of Etty's.
Sure, it made the birthday a little lonely, and she was actually pretty pissed about it. But this was Evie Hargreeves. She's been through so much worse than being alone on her birthday. Again.
With a small smile that really doesn't reach those pretty eyes of hers, she orders a Guinness from the bartender and shows her ID.
It takes a little bit of arguing with the guy to get him to understand yes, she is in fact of age, and he's almost about to deny her her alcohol, but relents when Evie insists that is her real age.
Beer in hand, Evie heads out to the back deck. Overlooking a lake, it's actually a pretty nice spot to get some quiet. And okay, she's aware it's a little sad to be drinking alone. But fuck it. Fuck it all to hell. She's getting her first beer, friends be damned.
Finding a pretty porch swing to sit on, complete with cushions and room to stretch her legs out as she watches fireworks go off at a distance, Evie settles in and decides this might not be that bad.
Until, of course, a group of people come onto the porch, laughing and being loud. The look she gives them, for just a second, is hopeful. But she recognizes none of them and frowns a bit, giving the guy with the blue eyes who caught her glancing at them a small smile and a soft wave of apology. Sorry to bother you, even if she really didn't. She'll just be over here, drinking her beer and making a slight face at it because it's mildly gross.
Don't mind The Witch.
That was fine. Evie was still going to get something to drink and enjoy it on the porch of Etty's.
Sure, it made the birthday a little lonely, and she was actually pretty pissed about it. But this was Evie Hargreeves. She's been through so much worse than being alone on her birthday. Again.
With a small smile that really doesn't reach those pretty eyes of hers, she orders a Guinness from the bartender and shows her ID.
It takes a little bit of arguing with the guy to get him to understand yes, she is in fact of age, and he's almost about to deny her her alcohol, but relents when Evie insists that is her real age.
Beer in hand, Evie heads out to the back deck. Overlooking a lake, it's actually a pretty nice spot to get some quiet. And okay, she's aware it's a little sad to be drinking alone. But fuck it. Fuck it all to hell. She's getting her first beer, friends be damned.
Finding a pretty porch swing to sit on, complete with cushions and room to stretch her legs out as she watches fireworks go off at a distance, Evie settles in and decides this might not be that bad.
Until, of course, a group of people come onto the porch, laughing and being loud. The look she gives them, for just a second, is hopeful. But she recognizes none of them and frowns a bit, giving the guy with the blue eyes who caught her glancing at them a small smile and a soft wave of apology. Sorry to bother you, even if she really didn't. She'll just be over here, drinking her beer and making a slight face at it because it's mildly gross.
Don't mind The Witch.