Gwendolyn Llywelyn Posted December 6, 2013 Share Posted December 6, 2013 She couldn't imagine what her parents thought she bought at a library for upwards of 50 pounds, but they had made no mention of anything while monitoring her bank account. However, they were not the sort of people to pay attention to such a small amount, or their daughter's habits. All they wanted was for her to complete her law degree, and by God that's what she was doing. Gwen knew they needed those high-mark reports to feel warm and fuzzy inside. A sip of sweet liquor warmed her throat on its way down. Strong shit. Having sampled with a sip, she chugged the rest down as though she'd forgotten martinis weren't traditionally imbibed in the same manner as shots, making eyecontact with some bloke across the way as she polished off the last drop. The glass clinked as it was set back down on the bar. But her whole heart was not in law, or making her parents happy. Her heart was on the stage, in the theater, in the West End of London. She used her free time, and some class time turned free time, auditioning. One day, she had faith, she would make it. Hopefully before she was forced to try and use any influence family money might have to accomplish this goal. Law was all well and good, and the skills in argument came in handy quite often, hell, one could even give a stirring speech every now and again. It was alright as a back-up plan. The young woman sat waiting the arrival of some friends, she felt the edge of the bar in her back, faced away from it on the barstool. Her liquid refreshment was beginning to make her lips go all tingly. An easy smile hung upon them. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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