I am slipping into a skin tight black spandex sweat suit and a pair of black running shoes at my office. The suit is telling me where I might want to consider losing some weight. Black spandex isn't the most forgiving item on the planet, but I don't care I'm ready to go out for the night. Everyone has their way of dealing with the way our world is. My parents plan out my future so it mirrors my older sister's life. A husband whose parents can help my parents either increase or keep their wealth, two kids, and a life that is so serene and plastic-feeling. I feel like I might lose my dinner just thinking about it.
I survived the day at work and once that was over I came home to get a shower. Not so much to clean off any physical dirt that I had, but it was more of a psychological thing. I had just made it sound like that the members of the Revolt were preparing to slaughter the entire dining hall at my parent's party, and that the police did what they had to do to keep order. That wasn't even close to what reality was. The reality was these people were just trying to survive, but that didn't fit the narrative of what those who are in-power want. Everyone praised my work and wondered how I was able to do it so effectively. I told them I just went with what I saw with my family which is more or less true. I saw something and just told it from the point of view of my family and not my own. There can be gray areas within the truth it's just a matter of what your point of view is.
Surviving the dinner at the club was a bit more difficult. Bradley kept trying to put his hand on my thigh under the table, and I think I should get an Oscar for smiling and looking as though I enjoyed it. I should get a medal for not slugging him in front of everyone and storming out. The conversation made me wish I was in a room full of howling wet cats. It had a lot to do with making sure that what was ours was protected against those who were "terrorists" and playfully teasing me about Bradley and I. None of it was about how I felt about all this or anything of substance concerning our society. Bradley tried to invite me back to his place after my work was done, but I told him I had "cramps." I didn't and I hate using that but in a lot of ways cramps are way more preferable to Bradley. Mom and Dad decide to stay with Collins longer I told them I had some research to catch up on at the office, and that's again more or less true. I'm researching the Revolt, and how to join up with them and that isn't going to happen sitting here in an office. I always keep workout gear in my office in case I feel the need to burn off some stress,, and luckily because of my position in this office I have a private shower and entrance/exit as well.
I slip out of the building and once outside I slip into the sewer system. Within minutes I am in a part of town that again my mom would last 10 minutes in. I slip out of the sewer and begin to walk around. Just then I see a mob charging towards me, and I see the police in pursuit. I stand off to the side and then join the running. I figure if nothing else i can slip in with them and maybe learn a few things.
Just then the police have another section closed off. I dash down an alley off of Pearl & Phillips Street and without even thinking I dive into a dumpster and close the lid. On the bright side once the action outside dies out I can sneak off to my office and get a shower, but sadly this outfit is gonna have to be destroyed. Bummer...I really like it too,