Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
City Hall . Public Party . Firday evening
Marinalia watched as Ren and the group headed away, did he take her go soon as litiraly then and seemed to be alot more social after you got some alcohol in his system. And she had to go to bed, the flight in morning required her to be awake, and she much rather perfered to not crash.
Getting up and pulling her coat back on, waving over to Ren and the two women, blimey he was a strange guy. Would of been more fun heading home with someone though. Putting the thoughts aside she began to head out.
see you later DR White, i guess... Good night.
Night folks... See ya... Heading out felt strange as some peoples evenings where only warming up, getting giving her sister a wave and long having said goodnight to her father who had some hotel in the city centre. Deciding to exit on a high she gave her skirt and coat a slightly flirty flick and vanishing. Freinds it seemed but did not mean she could not at least show some spirit even if a a little annoyed at heading home alone. Had she become that boring? Old?
Grabbing a taxi she finaly found one after a few minutes waiting in the now gathering snow, it was a easy trip back to old harbour and her and Victoria's apartment.
Old Harbour . Romus, Olympus Apartment . Firday evening
Heading back into the cooler apartment, damn cold. The heating was on though this cold spell was ernough be annoying though, texting Victoria she got home safely and managed to grab a cup of tea watching the boats iced up on the old harbour boat docks, ice already covering much of the water.
The apartment was well furnished, a large TV in corner and old radiators warmed this thick exposed brick walls of a large room with cast iron pillar, sofas and a kitchen and island. Tall windows looked out on the old harbour from the main room lit by moonlight. Bed rooms off to the side, thixk rugs and double bed room with ensure. A second similar bed room minus ensuite Victoria used and a main bathroom.
damn... When did I give up so easily... And when did I come home from a party all dressed up alone and drink tea... I'm 27 not 57. sighing at own thoughts and finishing up. The washing up could wait. Throwing her clothes in a corner and removing make up, least the bed was warm and soft.
Sleeping softly, the alarm was set for morning and her flight jacket, boots and clothes lay on the chair. Sleeping as the snow fell gently outside the apartment over the city, people danced in city hall and partied into the night. A young blonde woman wishing she was able to join them slept in old harbour.
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