WHO: @lia-lozano WHERE: Lia's Place, Late/Late-ish
With Lia out for, what Sahra thought was the entire night, and no shift scheduled for either of her jobs, the disgraced DIYer was left to her own devices... which lately (or really, always) didn't end well. She'd promised her best friend she wouldn't start anymore projects in the house, as she'd already begun and abandoned (for the time being) three of them- so instead, the brunette found herself drinking a bottle and a half of wine, ordering Chinese takeout, and blasting the Les Mis album on full blast as she sobbed and sang along. However, her singalong/sob sesh was cut short by a loud banging on the door. She'd, once again, upset one of Lia's neighbors and, after getting yelled at for five minutes to turn the volume down, spent the rest of her night watching Phantom of the Opera, RENT, and The Last Five Years... with her headphones on.
She'd fallen asleep during the last one and, when she awoke figured she'd better clean up a little before actually going to bed. She knew she'd be asleep by the time Lia came rolling in tomorrow morning and didn't feel like being woken up to her trash being dumped on her bed. But of course, when she went to throw away her wine bottles and mostly empty Chinese food containers, the trash was practically overflowing. So she pulled the bag from the can and tied it up before making her way outside.
Still quite a bit buzzed (and afraid of the dark), Sahra sucked in a deep breath before leaving the front door and heading to the outside bins. She was halfway there when she heard a noise and froze. Was Gerrie back and ready to make good on their threats from earlier in the night? Not willing to stick around and find out, Sahra ran to the bin, tossed the full bag in it's general direction, and then sprinted back to the house.
It was only once she got back to the front door, heart beating so quickly she thought it might push its way right out of her chest, that Sahra realized her mistake. She'd shut the door behind her, effectively locking herself out of the house and possibly with a homicidal neighbor on the loose. She tried the door handle a few more times, becoming more and more frantic as the sound of someone walking grew closer and her breathing grew more erratic. It wasn't until she felt a hand on her shoulder that she let out a shriek, turning around as her brain completely short circuited and instead of speaking in English, Turkish came spilling past her lips. "Lütfen beni öldürme!"
