Post by Yeva Magnhild on Jun 7, 2023 21:44:49 GMT -5
She got a nice bonus for sealing the deal with that rich prick, as well as the regular promotion. So she moved out of her shitty place and into a decent little home. Moving by herself was a bitch, and she was a bit of a penny pincher so she wasn't going to pay someone to move her stuff, but when she finally did she wanted to celebrate... She didn't know anybody like that though. Even the people she worked with in the organization couldn't be trusted, so she simply decided to go out and party on her own.
She put on a nice pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed a jacket and set out to the local bar. She danced on her own, drank, danced some more, sang karaoke, danced some more, drank. She must of partied for hours before making it back home before realizing her bid mistake. She had moved everything to the house, and became too eager to celebrate that she forgot to unpack, she forgot to put together furniture... What the hell she wasn't going to sleep on the floor like she used to. She was physically and mentally tapped, she was exhausted from the long day and the hard night of partying.
She stared for a long time at the piled of her own junk and the empty space in her house where it all was supposed to go. She groaned and smacked herself before saying some incoherent slurred words of encouragement for herself before she raised a fist into the air and let out a burp that was supposed to be a battle cry...
She go to moving the things to the rooms they needed to go to, drinking water, and assembling furniture. Placing shelves where they needed to be, and then filling them with her junk. Assembling the bed frame and the bedding. She paused for a long time staring at the completely build and inviting bed she made. It would be so easy to just do the rest later and sleep for two days, just crawl under the covers and forget about the world and responsibilities.
"No... I aint no -burp- no quitter."
She went to grab other things and put them away as well, clothes which wasn;t much, and eating utensils, bowls, and plates... Which was depressingly like one set. a bowl, a plate, a fork, a knife, a spoon, a cup... She needed to fill this place out eventually. But finally as the sun rose she finished putting away the last thing. Standing and rubbing the sweat off her forehead she turned towards her bedroom and was blinded by the sun coming through a window... A headache setting in as she had become sober a few hours ago. She had almost made it now, just some medicine and she could lay down and sleep it all off. That's when her communication device went off.
"Yeva, the boss needs you at the office."
She puked right then and there on her new floor... Standing up straight she grabbed her communication device and rubbed her forearm over her chin to clean it before responding.
"... On the way."
Putting the device in her pocket she turned towards the door.
"Shit."
She put on a nice pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed a jacket and set out to the local bar. She danced on her own, drank, danced some more, sang karaoke, danced some more, drank. She must of partied for hours before making it back home before realizing her bid mistake. She had moved everything to the house, and became too eager to celebrate that she forgot to unpack, she forgot to put together furniture... What the hell she wasn't going to sleep on the floor like she used to. She was physically and mentally tapped, she was exhausted from the long day and the hard night of partying.
She stared for a long time at the piled of her own junk and the empty space in her house where it all was supposed to go. She groaned and smacked herself before saying some incoherent slurred words of encouragement for herself before she raised a fist into the air and let out a burp that was supposed to be a battle cry...
She go to moving the things to the rooms they needed to go to, drinking water, and assembling furniture. Placing shelves where they needed to be, and then filling them with her junk. Assembling the bed frame and the bedding. She paused for a long time staring at the completely build and inviting bed she made. It would be so easy to just do the rest later and sleep for two days, just crawl under the covers and forget about the world and responsibilities.
"No... I aint no -burp- no quitter."
She went to grab other things and put them away as well, clothes which wasn;t much, and eating utensils, bowls, and plates... Which was depressingly like one set. a bowl, a plate, a fork, a knife, a spoon, a cup... She needed to fill this place out eventually. But finally as the sun rose she finished putting away the last thing. Standing and rubbing the sweat off her forehead she turned towards her bedroom and was blinded by the sun coming through a window... A headache setting in as she had become sober a few hours ago. She had almost made it now, just some medicine and she could lay down and sleep it all off. That's when her communication device went off.
"Yeva, the boss needs you at the office."
She puked right then and there on her new floor... Standing up straight she grabbed her communication device and rubbed her forearm over her chin to clean it before responding.
"... On the way."
Putting the device in her pocket she turned towards the door.
"Shit."
