Jan 3, 2019
with feet brought up on a wooden stool, and knees pressed against her chest, odette sips on red wine. last night had been a long one : her shift had been prolonged and by the time she’d gotten home, exhaustion had brought the young officer straight to bed. though, to her surprise, her day had been far from over. she wrinkles her nose, reluctantly telling her best friend of the night’s happenings. odette wasn’t one to share her thoughts, or dreams, let alone this embarrassing, but alcohol circulated her bloodstream and she had to tell someone. even if it was a little close to home. “ yup … right here. kitchen table. ” she finishes, rise of brows and the glass is brought back to her lips. / @softreigns