paint it black / moonmade

[ANIMA B.]

[COLOR=#FF6666]TAKE WHAT YOU NEED FROM THE DEAD

It looks worse than it is, but that doesn't mean that it isn't bad. Annie notes that herself silently as she examines her face in the plain compact that she has stuffed in her jacket pocket. Her left eye is beginning to develop a black eye, dark blue bruising forming around the site of impact. Most of the time, she wouldn't allow herself to be caught off-guard, but she wasn't supposed to be doing anything shifty today. Since she'd come to Star City - she'd been such a good girl compared to her usual antics.

The past didn't want to let her go, as always, and hence she'd ended up getting into a fist-fight which turned into a knife-fight and left her with a particularly pronounced black eye due to being punched in the face before she could react and left her assailant with a knife in the shoulder. All in all, a day that went from okay to shit and hence, she finds herself at a bar with her phone blowing up with messages, chewing the inside of her mouth whilst she winces at several bits of information that she just... Does not wish to see.

She sighs, shoving her phone back in her pocket as she downs... Ah, she's lost track. She lets another long sigh, raising her hand for something that isn't a shot at this point. By her reckoning, guessing by the slight buzzing feeling that she has, that she's had enough to get her on the way to being drunk, but she's not quite there yet. Thankfully, her tolerance is high due to dealing with most of her issues by the way of drinking until they either sort themselves or she gets enough of a break to be able to sort them out.

"Yeah, can you get me a berry cider please, it's on my tab. Also, how many shots have I had? If it's less than 6, another shot of Jack, thanks."

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