The Spark That Bled || Luc and Farrah
Farrah, in her not so recent self loathing state, had gone out and gotten herself as drunk as she could. Not a smart idea, she knew, as she was sure that Kieran was out looking for her, ready to destroy her for hurting his beloved. But she cared not for the thoughts of others tonight. Tonight was a night to forget that she had effectively screwed any chances of her having someone that she could call a friend in this dismal circus. But she was better off alone. Alone was where she could act any way that she wanted. Alone was where she could say, think, and do whatever crossed her mind. Alone was where she was safest. So alone she would stay, drunk off her ass and harassing anyone that she thought she could get a rise out of.
Harassment was the only way that she seemed to get entertainment anymore. Though, it seemed that people around here were more even tempered than she originally thought. The one verbal dispute that she had been positive would have ended in fighting, had instead ended in the other party simply walking away. Though, Farrah chose to not lament the loss of entertainment. She would simply find it elsewhere in the circus. With that thought in mind, she began stumbling through the circus. The first few tents she visited were empty, but she hit gold in the fifth. There sat a man, rather grumpy looking, organizing some random shit on a table in front of him. "Watch the peon work," she slurred, rocking her weight to her right leg and smirking at him.
