@heathaldoretti
It was late and after far too long of a shift, she could feel the exhaustion on all parts of her figure. Naturally most was held on her shoulders that spread to her neck, which was why she was sure in an hour or so the headache would also start. God she really overworked herself. But it was the only thing that kept her sane in this town. if she started to spend less time in the hospital then what? She’d be on the couch watching TV that she really had no interest in or she’d be forced to leave the house and risk running into people she knew. Which was out of the question. So the last year had been pretty much spent working, more and more hours than needed. Perfecting her skills so that when she got out of this godforsaken town, Addison would be able to keep up with those who she had left behind. She would be able to achieve at least one dream, allowing those who had similar dreams to achieve theirs. Making her way to the bar, she took a seat that always felt reserved for her, noting the familiar company she was meant to meet that night. “Hopefully you have something interesting for me today because I need a few drinks in me before I can tell you anything.” Her hand went for his drink, not having the patience to wait for her own despite usually recognizing boundaries.