@ofcelestes
they’re sitting in what’s meant to be considered her HOME ( it’s anything but ) ; while she’s carefully pouring the vodka into the two shot glasses. it’s not what she would have chosen, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. everyday was a practice in realizing that choice was no longer a right, but rather a privilege. but she wouldn’t allow herself to sink into a somber state ---- especially considering the company she had ! celeste was her BEST friend ; relationships these days were far more important and easily forged when the notion of death was not reserved solely for the old & sick. to live ; not just survive -- to not go gentle into that good night, but how could you not ? she looks at the other with pitying eyes, of all that she’s missed, of all that she’ll never experience. it was her DUTY to alleviate a part of that loss, and what could possibly be more human that getting absolutely fucking smashed ? “ cheers ! don’t drink to get drunk, drink to enjoy life ---- that was kerouac. ” she raises the glass, a beaming smile adorning her features.