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If I'd carried on with chemistry, I could have had my PhD by now.
Audrey watched the lonely light bulb above gently sway in the early morning breeze. She'd been awake for at least an hour - she could see the ticking clock from where she was lying - thinking about things (most recently the state of her hypothetical doctorate), but she'd not yet made any sort of move. She didn't know how light of a sleeper her companion was an she wanted to hold off any morning pillow talk for as long as possible.
He made a sound in his sleep that might have been thought adorable to anyone more smitten, but Audrey greeted it with an involuntary eye roll.
No, it was settled. She had to get out of here before things were awkward or even worse than that. It had seemed like a good idea last night, but last night it had also seemed like a good idea to do shots against a 6'3 bodybuilder. Of course she lost that one. She was a good drinker, but she wasn't a machine.
Slowly, slowly, s l o w l y, Audrey slipped out of the bed - it squeaked and she grimaced but the sleeper slept on. She found her clothes among his clothes on the floor and dressed in the hallway, finding her bag on the couch and checking her money was all still there.
Her car wasn't outside, so she hadn't driven - which might have been good for the pedestrians of London, but it sucked for Audrey. Logically, her car was still at the bar and she'd have to suffer the whims of public transport to get it back.
If Audrey Choi had had a list of things she Absolutely Couldn't Stand For, then public transport would have been in the top ten. It meant being crammed into a metal tin with a whole bunch of strangers who were usually smelly, annoying, threatening, crazy, or all four at once. Buses and trains were things that sawed down on her nerves, slow and steady, until she was ready to push a burning fist through someone.
As yet, she'd managed to murder literally not one person, a record she wished to keep intact - hungover on the tube was going to really attempt to change that.
People kept their distance, and she said a silent prayer in thanks for that. There was a gaggle of schoolchildren at the other end of the carriage, but they were far enough away that their shrieks and laughs couldn't bother her. She sat next to a silent businessman and admired her panda-eyed makeup in the window opposite. What a good look, the partied out coke-whore on her train of shame.
Her car was exactly where expected and Audrey cooed at it a little and apologised for ever leaving it. (She might almost have kissed it, but it had been a long time since it had had a wash and the bird shit was evident on the roof.)
She drove straight past her parent's place on her way home but didn't consider stopping - she couldn't deal with her mum on a hangover. Her own apartment was far enough away to be her own, but not so far that her mum could ever complain that Audrey was trying to 'escape' her. (She was though. Dear god, was she ever trying to escape the vice-grip that was her mum.)
Inside she tossed her keys onto the table where they skidded straight off and into a chair instead, and Audrey thought momentarily about rescuing them for left it. Tomorrow she would search for almost an hour of swearing and kicking before eventually remembering she'd seen them fall there, and turning that swearing against herself instead.
But for now her day was empty of anything that needed to be done; oh, there was laundry and phone calls and dishes but if Audrey couldn't live in a world where those things could wait then what was the point?
She stripped off her t-shirt and kicked out of her docs and then crawled into the sweet blessed realm of her unmade bed, letting out a groan of absolute pleasure at how wonderful it was, murmuring sweet nothings about how she'd never leave it again. The waves of nausea suggested, gently, that maybe she'd like to get up and see to them? But Audrey had decided that nothing short of her stomach violently rebelling against last night's dose of poisoning was going to part her from the sweet sweet pillows she had made herself acquainted with. For the rest of the day she dozed and each time she woke and checked the clock, it was with a smile when she found there was still so long until she had to even think of doing anything else.
Audrey watched the lonely light bulb above gently sway in the early morning breeze. She'd been awake for at least an hour - she could see the ticking clock from where she was lying - thinking about things (most recently the state of her hypothetical doctorate), but she'd not yet made any sort of move. She didn't know how light of a sleeper her companion was an she wanted to hold off any morning pillow talk for as long as possible.
He made a sound in his sleep that might have been thought adorable to anyone more smitten, but Audrey greeted it with an involuntary eye roll.
No, it was settled. She had to get out of here before things were awkward or even worse than that. It had seemed like a good idea last night, but last night it had also seemed like a good idea to do shots against a 6'3 bodybuilder. Of course she lost that one. She was a good drinker, but she wasn't a machine.
Slowly, slowly, s l o w l y, Audrey slipped out of the bed - it squeaked and she grimaced but the sleeper slept on. She found her clothes among his clothes on the floor and dressed in the hallway, finding her bag on the couch and checking her money was all still there.
Her car wasn't outside, so she hadn't driven - which might have been good for the pedestrians of London, but it sucked for Audrey. Logically, her car was still at the bar and she'd have to suffer the whims of public transport to get it back.
If Audrey Choi had had a list of things she Absolutely Couldn't Stand For, then public transport would have been in the top ten. It meant being crammed into a metal tin with a whole bunch of strangers who were usually smelly, annoying, threatening, crazy, or all four at once. Buses and trains were things that sawed down on her nerves, slow and steady, until she was ready to push a burning fist through someone.
As yet, she'd managed to murder literally not one person, a record she wished to keep intact - hungover on the tube was going to really attempt to change that.
People kept their distance, and she said a silent prayer in thanks for that. There was a gaggle of schoolchildren at the other end of the carriage, but they were far enough away that their shrieks and laughs couldn't bother her. She sat next to a silent businessman and admired her panda-eyed makeup in the window opposite. What a good look, the partied out coke-whore on her train of shame.
Her car was exactly where expected and Audrey cooed at it a little and apologised for ever leaving it. (She might almost have kissed it, but it had been a long time since it had had a wash and the bird shit was evident on the roof.)
She drove straight past her parent's place on her way home but didn't consider stopping - she couldn't deal with her mum on a hangover. Her own apartment was far enough away to be her own, but not so far that her mum could ever complain that Audrey was trying to 'escape' her. (She was though. Dear god, was she ever trying to escape the vice-grip that was her mum.)
Inside she tossed her keys onto the table where they skidded straight off and into a chair instead, and Audrey thought momentarily about rescuing them for left it. Tomorrow she would search for almost an hour of swearing and kicking before eventually remembering she'd seen them fall there, and turning that swearing against herself instead.
But for now her day was empty of anything that needed to be done; oh, there was laundry and phone calls and dishes but if Audrey couldn't live in a world where those things could wait then what was the point?
She stripped off her t-shirt and kicked out of her docs and then crawled into the sweet blessed realm of her unmade bed, letting out a groan of absolute pleasure at how wonderful it was, murmuring sweet nothings about how she'd never leave it again. The waves of nausea suggested, gently, that maybe she'd like to get up and see to them? But Audrey had decided that nothing short of her stomach violently rebelling against last night's dose of poisoning was going to part her from the sweet sweet pillows she had made herself acquainted with. For the rest of the day she dozed and each time she woke and checked the clock, it was with a smile when she found there was still so long until she had to even think of doing anything else.
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