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Mar. 16th, 2005 11:39 pmSeptember 18, 2009
Chris enters the house and stumbles a bit.
"Fuckin' heels," she mutters when one of her ankles wobbles. An old ice skating injury that always bothered her.
She fumbles around for the light switch on the wall. It takes a bit longer than it should because Chris is a bit drunk thanks to a few vodka malts, two martinis and one glass of champagne.
Finally, she finds the switch and flips it. A brief flash of light, a pop and the light is out.
Chris flips the switch a few more times. Nothing happens.
God dammit. I hate this house, Chris thought bitterly.
She couldn't wait till the sale was final and they could move. Caiti had been dragging her heels but now that she was out of school they could do it.
Chris heads towards a table and leans against it. She slips off her heels and checks her reflection in the mirror. Hair was kind of wild-looking since she took the hair pins out in the cab. Her eye makeup was a little smudged, more from crying than wear. She pushed the strap of her dress up, sighed a bit and walked away from the mirror.
Heels in hand, she heads towards the basement door. Hopefully, it was just the one light and not a fuse problem. She opens the door and feels for the light on the wall.
Nothing.
She cautiously puts a foot down and stumbles forward when her foot meets solid ground sooner than it should...
Chris enters the house and stumbles a bit.
"Fuckin' heels," she mutters when one of her ankles wobbles. An old ice skating injury that always bothered her.
She fumbles around for the light switch on the wall. It takes a bit longer than it should because Chris is a bit drunk thanks to a few vodka malts, two martinis and one glass of champagne.
Finally, she finds the switch and flips it. A brief flash of light, a pop and the light is out.
Chris flips the switch a few more times. Nothing happens.
God dammit. I hate this house, Chris thought bitterly.
She couldn't wait till the sale was final and they could move. Caiti had been dragging her heels but now that she was out of school they could do it.
Chris heads towards a table and leans against it. She slips off her heels and checks her reflection in the mirror. Hair was kind of wild-looking since she took the hair pins out in the cab. Her eye makeup was a little smudged, more from crying than wear. She pushed the strap of her dress up, sighed a bit and walked away from the mirror.
Heels in hand, she heads towards the basement door. Hopefully, it was just the one light and not a fuse problem. She opens the door and feels for the light on the wall.
Nothing.
She cautiously puts a foot down and stumbles forward when her foot meets solid ground sooner than it should...
