clementine didn’t spend much time with her coworkers outside of work - when she woke up she did morning yoga, showered, made herself breakfast, and then set on her way to work in case one of her lines was delayed. and when she left work, she went straight home to change and head to the gym, eat dinner, take another shower, and then sit in front of her television and get ready for the next day, whether that be putting her hair in curlers, repaint her nails, wax her arms, chop off her split ends, or all of the above. she functioned better when she had a whole daily routine planned out, and sometimes if she forewent the routine it was fine because every other day she had herself together.
so going out with win, especially after the week she’d had, had seemed like a good idea, even if it meant having to be around a bunch of drunken people all night. win was good company and always made clem laugh. upon being invited it’d been an automatic yes, even if she hadn’t fully recovered from her birthday. “okay, tequila will bring out the worst in me so let’s not do that.” she was a huge culprit of nursing the same drink all night at parties, and if she was handed another one she’d pass it off to daisy. “are you not going to be hungover tomorrow?”
@win-emm
