Post by Willow-Jae Dakota Holt on Jul 13, 2011 21:09:30 GMT -5
[/color] She called out to him, fishing the money from her purse and glaring at him when he threw her a look that seriously questioned why she was drinking so early in the day. However, her steely eyes of chocolate soon silenced him and he moved to make her drink without another word, placing her change on the bar top without even looking in Coop’s general direction. She really had inherited her father’s lawyer eyes, like her brothers had joked about her whole life.
Cooper was feeling a little extra feisty today. She didn’t know why exactly, but it all started after yet another annoying voicemail from her mother who was proclaiming how excited she was about her trip out to New York for some upcoming fashion show. Every time her flamboyant mother came to town, it put Coop in a foul mood and she usually rebelled more than usual. She couldn’t exactly handle the excessive bitchiness of her mother and the constant pressure she put on her daughter to try and follow in her footsteps.
“Oh, but darling, what will you do as a biologist? That’s something for people who aren’t pretty and don’t have your figure. You’ll be wasted in a white coat with your complexion anyway.”
What girl in the world could put up with that on a daily basis? At least her father was just proud of her for following her dreams, even if the disappointment was evident in his voice that none of his children became lawyers like him.
Throughout her lab practicals today, she had been more aggressive with her experiments and snapped more than usual at James, who was still avoiding her as she did to him. Plus, he knew better than most to keep away from Coop when she walked into class with a scowl on her face and a skirt shorter than this time of year suggested. She didn’t know why she had opted for today’s outfit, but it was a little more…revealing than the tomboy went for, but she didn’t really care about how she looked when her mother’s criticism was echoing around her mind on a constant loop. She had bailed as soon as she could from the university and drove her shiny red convertible back to her nice apartment before leaving once more, this time hellbent on finding a drink long before happy hour kicked in. She had friends she could call to join her, but with the mood she was in, she didn’t want to be yelling or snapping at those who she cared about.
Her wedges soon led her to the doors of the comedy club and she strode inside, taking a seat at the bar, leaning over the counter to look for the bartender who was crouched down messing with the tap. “Hey, a vodka and tonic over here please.”
It was so early in the day, that there wasn’t even an act on the stage to take her mind off her dramatic mother who would swan into New York as though she owned the place. She looked at the drink in the tall glass and then sighed, knocking it back with her head, swallowing the entire contents in a few swift gulps, the alcohol burning the back of her throat in a way that Cooper really needed right now. “Hey, another one, but make it a double.”[/color] She could almost feel the eyes of the bartender bore into her as she made the order and she was fairly certain that he was questioning her mental state for drinking so early. Hell, she wasn’t the only one though; there were a few people scattered around the club, nursing early drinks in their hands, but they seemed to blend into the surroundings a little better than the light haired biologist did. Her drink was slid towards her and this time she took a tiny sip from the glass, leaving the imprint of her red lipstick on the transparent surface. She wanted to get drunk out of her mind, but she wanted to pace herself first. There was no use in trying to dial someone to help her or join her when they’d all still be working at the college or at their respective jobs. Truthfully, she just needed something to take her mind off the fact that in less than forty-eight hours her neurotic mother would be in her spare room with more luggage than was needed for a month’s visit – she was only staying for a week anyway!
Another sip, another sigh and Coop finally began to feel the tension leave her body, though the alcohol was far from hitting her.
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