Post by Shelby on Jul 6, 2020 1:02:51 GMT
With one big deep breath, Chardonnay closed her eyes and listened to the doors to the car open back up. As promised, Adelaide was pushed into the driver's side of the car while Susan was sitting directly behind Chardonnay--even if she wasn't sure that was such a better option. But, at least she wouldn't be kicked any longer. The only thing she was afraid of now was Susan talking her ear off since she had better access to her ears.
They were back on the road again; cars whizzed past them as Arthur slowly started to merge his way back into traffic. It almost reminded her of the last time she had driven to her parents house last, which was when she found out that she was pregnant.
No, better to leave that memory in the recesses of her mind. It wasn't one of her most highlighting moments in her life. Not with her makeup smeared on her face. Not with her vision blurred as she spiraled past the speed limit to make it to her parents.
"Burger King?" She questioned with a snort. "You cannot expect me to eat that processed garbage for lunch. I would rather starve," she said, emphasizing the last word. She should have packed a lunch for herself; better yet, she should have disregarded Dr. Marshall's words and booked a flight anyway.
"What? God--No, I don't sing," She turned her eyes slightly. Sure, Chardonnay liked listening to music, but she never hummed anything, much less sang anything. Unless she was drunk, of course, then she acted as if she had went to Metric for singing instead of culinary. But she digressed; she hadn't had a drink in months, and fuck if a mimosa didn't sound good right about now. The thought was enough to almost make her cry. "Karaoke's only fun when you're drunk. And, well, I'm not drunk, so no."
They were back on the road again; cars whizzed past them as Arthur slowly started to merge his way back into traffic. It almost reminded her of the last time she had driven to her parents house last, which was when she found out that she was pregnant.
No, better to leave that memory in the recesses of her mind. It wasn't one of her most highlighting moments in her life. Not with her makeup smeared on her face. Not with her vision blurred as she spiraled past the speed limit to make it to her parents.
"Burger King?" She questioned with a snort. "You cannot expect me to eat that processed garbage for lunch. I would rather starve," she said, emphasizing the last word. She should have packed a lunch for herself; better yet, she should have disregarded Dr. Marshall's words and booked a flight anyway.
"What? God--No, I don't sing," She turned her eyes slightly. Sure, Chardonnay liked listening to music, but she never hummed anything, much less sang anything. Unless she was drunk, of course, then she acted as if she had went to Metric for singing instead of culinary. But she digressed; she hadn't had a drink in months, and fuck if a mimosa didn't sound good right about now. The thought was enough to almost make her cry. "Karaoke's only fun when you're drunk. And, well, I'm not drunk, so no."