I'm prepping a new series for the fall. I had thought of doing a four-part summer story, but now I'd rather play it out to a longer story. Here's a short, unfinished chunk of what you'll be seeing in September or October:
Laura woke up at eleven o'clock. She was in no hurry to get up. The night before had been a disaster, with a bunch of fighting, her band breaking up, a bunch of pints at a noisy bar, and she got drunk enough that she very nearly ended up taking some absolute schmoe back home for meaningless frustration sex. At one point she caught herself thinking, yeah, I don't even like this, but what the hell, right? That was when she decided to slip out the door and catch a bus home.
Her mouth was dry and her head hurt, and she had to pee. Sleeping in more would not be possible. Sleeping late was difficult in her little apartment anyway, since she didn't have proper curtains in the main room, which served as bedroom, living room, dining area, work studio, rehearsal space, and anything else she could do at home. Her east-facing windows had only white venetian blinds, and during they day they let in as much light when they were closed as when they were open.
She got up and went to the bathroom. She'd gone straight to bed when she got home, without brushing her teeth or even getting undressed. Uncomfortable in her sleep, she had at some point wrestled herself out of her clothes, and she now found herself in the lilac-colored bar and panty combo that she'd worn out the day before. It was one of only two matching sets she owned, and she usually wore them out when she thought there was the possibility of hooking up.
It hadn't been the nameless schmoe at the bar she had in mind when she'd chosen the outfit the day before, however. She felt more than a little disgust with herself when she thought that it was for the bass player in her band that she'd dressed in her sexy underwear the previous night. Needless to say, thing had not gone as planned.
She peed, doffed the undies, and climbed into a hot shower. Then, after drying and brushing out the wavy black hair that fell halfway down her back, Laura dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and proceeded to her galley-style micro-kitchen for breakfast. She inspected the floor for ants, killed two, and put made some toast.
It was noon when her door buzzer emitted its harsh electric screech. Laura had been loading a yoga DVD into her laptop, and the sound made her jump. She'd been planning a all-day chill session, and someone at her door could only mean drama and unpleasantness. She was hoping for her apartment to be Fortress Laura for one single day, but with a sigh she acknowledged that she hadn't been getting anything she wanted lately, so there wasn't any point in hoping for the impossible.
More later! See you!