[Glug Glugs is a stupid name. She'd decided that when the sign had first went up and decided that she wasn't going to spend any time there. However, since waking up in the hospital again, Ana has been feeling the need to not be alone. Yes, she had been killed at a party, but she wouldn't be caught unawares like that again. Of course the woman who did it was conveniently missing, but god knew who the hell might have a stupid idea like that again.
Still, once upon a time Ana had a death wish, and it had been brainwashed out of her, then it had been shaken out of her by what Rex had done, and if she ever was in that position again, all she would need to do was remember turning to dust during that party and she was forever cured of it. Well, at least this place was good for one thing when it came down to it.
But tonight was about mingling and having fun. She carried a beer in her hand as more of a prop than anything else; there was no use in spending the money for it when she couldn't get drunk. Dressing up had been a bonus of course, the outfit wasn't quite entirely her style, but she was working on it, and at least the skirt was short and the shoes were good. Letting her hair down physically as well as metaphorically, Ana wound her way through the crowd, occasionally stopping and flirting, or playing a game of pool, or just chatting with whoever happened to be around.]
Ana Lewis, June 5th, Glug Glugs [Death/brief suicide mention]
Still, once upon a time Ana had a death wish, and it had been brainwashed out of her, then it had been shaken out of her by what Rex had done, and if she ever was in that position again, all she would need to do was remember turning to dust during that party and she was forever cured of it. Well, at least this place was good for one thing when it came down to it.
But tonight was about mingling and having fun. She carried a beer in her hand as more of a prop than anything else; there was no use in spending the money for it when she couldn't get drunk. Dressing up had been a bonus of course, the outfit wasn't quite entirely her style, but she was working on it, and at least the skirt was short and the shoes were good. Letting her hair down physically as well as metaphorically, Ana wound her way through the crowd, occasionally stopping and flirting, or playing a game of pool, or just chatting with whoever happened to be around.]