#katia.

[daggerdoggy]

i have this idea for a story (?) where it's essentially cinderella but there's no romance and the fairy godmother is an old hag drag queen who smokes 3 packs a day and is always saying the wisest shit at the most inopportune times

[georgecgraham]

katia goldman.

LOCATION: A Bar, Lafayette Square DATE: July, 2018

          It was rare that he drank as anything more than a social nicety. A glass in his hand normally enough to tide him through any party without him needing to go back to the bar for another drink. Alcohol came with the reminder of his father, stumbling home with the stench of whiskey on his breath and a temperament that flared at the smallest misstep, a version of himself that George never wanted to test to see if he’d inherited. But this month came with memories that were bitter and broken and inescapable, following him on a daily basis, even when he’d ( for the most part ) managed to subdue them enough to continue on as if there was no heartache attached to it. Perhaps being back in Catalina for the month made it even worse, a reminder of the life that they’d lost, unable to hide in the anonymity of LA. It didn’t help matters that he wondered if by now, he ought to be over it. Something he wondered about being possible when ( even if he hadn’t realized it at the time ) the loss of Taylor and his baby had torn apart everything that he’d thought was definite in his future. 

         George wasn’t sure what had prompted him to talk to the woman, Perhaps a desire to get out of his own head? Maybe because she looked about as miserable as he felt? But perhaps he was simply lonely and looking for someone to share in his dejection -- what was that saying? Misery loves company, and although it normally didn’t apply to him ( preferring to retreat into himself instead of becoming a burden onto others, ) a combination of the alcohol and the setting was making him think otherwise. “You look like you could use another round.” He motioned briefly to the bartender to fill up both their glasses, an attempt at a smile flickering over his lips before it faded completely. “Rough night?”