closed starter for @wcaringthin (drew mclaughlin) at wright’s patch
There were moments lately that made Lily regret giving Drew a key to her place and it was more due to irritation than anything else. She valued the man a great deal and considered him one of her closest friends, since the tornado, she found she just wanted to be alone in her place. She had missed work more than a number of times and was sleeping out in the living room. She hadn’t picked up her place too much and there was stuff everywhere. Piles of papers and dishes, her ash tray overflowing, cans of empty beer here or there... one wouldn’t believe Lily was the one staying there if they knew how she was before. But that was it, she wasn’t how she was before anymore. She was falling apart at the seems.
Which is why when Drew came in here and there and started picking up dishes and stuff, she would get slightly annoyed. It was more at herself than him, but still. It was there and she eyed him as he did to make sure he wasn’t touching her papers. She had a system and she wanted it all to stay just so. However, she was glad when he would take the missing person posters out and put them up. It was then she started really feeling bad about her irritation just moments before. Today, though, she felt the irritation just because he had come over and somehow convinced her to go to the festival and now she was there and she felt like disappearing into the crowd so he couldn’t see her go home. Everything was too cheery and people were dressed up and she just felt not part of it. She felt like a ghost walking amongst the people. Or a zombie from how tired her face looked.
She finally sat down after walking around for a bit on one of the hay bales and looked up at Drew. “I shouldn’t have come out here. This is ridiculous.”