Park, 7th, and the two Cs || Callum and Lalita
It hadn't been a good night, not really. The only plus had been that her previous feelings of being all along had given away to anger, instead. She was honestly pissed off that this was happening again, that it was like her ex best friend all over again, picking some guy over her, that she'd known half as long. Did those girls just pretend to like girls until they found some guy? She couldn't figure it out but it infuriated her to know end, to be pulled around, told how much she mattered to them, just for them to fuck off the next minute, seemingly just for cock. So all her 'It's Christmas and I'm alone' moaning of last night was replaced by the thoughts that she'd rather be alone than with someone who just pretended, that was so easily changeable and turned away from her, when she couldn't think of a single thing she'd done to set them off. Sighing, she pushed her hair off her shoulder and went exited the cab in her sheer long sleeved black shirt that showed off the blue tank top underneath and her dark blue skinny jeans. She'd not really dressed weather appropriate when she decided she needed to go get drunk.