take me away [a secret place]
It was very clear that life did not always turn out the way one might want it to. Phillippa Marjorie McKay was no exception to that rule. She'd never dreamed that she would be married at twenty; now ever so much more than just a sliver beyond unhappily at 26. Sometimes it was almost as if she lived two lives; the one she imagined for herself in her head that still just might become a reality, and the reality that was not even close to living up to the daydream. When Mick had first entered her life, he'd been mysterious and passionate and a little possessive. None of these things had really bothered her to begin with, not the way that they might have had she sat down to think about it. She didn't think about whether [i]she[/i] was happy or not. Instead, she focused her energy on others and that kept her out of the house and more than a little sane. It also kept her busy and not pondering her current life situation was further made her feel happy.
Most of her time Pippa kept busy by collecting project after project that would keep her away from the house: volunteering with the local high school's dance team, offering ballroom dance lessons at the senior center, teaching the homecoming court a choreographed waltz to surprise the student body at the pep assembly, working with the musical and the show choir, and even starting to record some simple lessons to upload on YouTube. Anything and everything she could think of, she did. She even picked up a direct sales business selling purses and totes to ladies in the community. Whatever she could think of, she did it to stay away from home.
But she worked too hard, a point that her best friend was constantly pointing out to her. She needed to go out and have fun; to become more than just a constant flurry of activity and business. She was glorifying never being home; none of it was fun, but that didn't stop her from cramming her calendar full of activities just so she didn't have to sit down and think. Thinking was dangerous, as was asking dangerous questions and her friend was good at making suppositions and helping her realize where her weaknesses may lie. She'd been pushing her off for this very reason; it was too dangerous to talk about feelings, feeling them was plenty danger enough.
So tonight wasn't really about talking, at least not serious-type conversation. Instead, they were grabbing dinner somewhere, preferably somewhere loud that discouraged serious conversation or at least somewhere quick with delicious food. And then they were going out - drinking, dancing, perhaps whatever might come to mind. It was to be the simple staple in what a stereotypical girl's night might be, but she was satisfied with just that. She rarely had a moment for quiet contemplation so when her friend disappeared to the bathroom and didn't return, and Pippa spied her chatting with a handsome blonde in the corner, the redhead stayed at the bar and continued to sip her cocktail.
It was nice to have a moment to enjoy the night. She'd check on her friend, eventually. And certainly, all would be well. For the moment, she simply stood and pondered. There were seven days until Christmas after all; there was a lot of mental shopping to be done. She refused to pull out her phone; that would truly be rude. Besides, the bartender was actually chatting tonight and he was fairly easy on the eye. It didn't matter that he was probably gay. She needed light conversation and this was definitely it.
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