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[BRIDGET AMELIA DELACROIX]

napolean, 578, arcade fire
somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.
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A night off! Oh glorious days! Oh what joyous times these were! It had been a while since she had gotten a night to herself. Between shows, interviews, photo shoots, and other band shit and her son, she didn’t get much time to herself. She didn’t really mind that though, it kept her mind off of things. Bridget wasn’t depressed by any means, but she did tend to brood over the bad crap that had happened to her when her mind was free to think as it pleased. She was trying not to think about that stuff right now though, and trying to figure out what to do with her free night. She wasn’t really in the mood to see Milo or Arianna, or even the band, but she was in the mood to be around people. This was very rare for her, considering how deeply she hated people and how afraid of social interaction she was.

She finally decided to go to a bar, but was too lazy to change her clothes into something “bar savvy”. Hey, it wasn’t like she was going to try and pick up anyone anyways. She just wanted to observe human stupidity and have a few drinks; she wasn’t planning on getting laid or even talking to anyone but the bartender. She didn’t even want to get drunk tonight either, just a little tipsy. So she stayed in her black jeans with the belts along the bottom and a purple and grey sweater-dress with thin straps. As accessories she had purple arm warmers, a purple belt, and flats to match her sweater. She usually coordinated around the bright, violet shade of her eyes, so the eye make up she had on made the color stand out even more than usual. Her blond hair was left down tonight, and she had a pair of sunglasses with her out of habit.

She was glad her agent had offered to watch Dimitri tonight. Bridget didn’t trust her son with most people, but no matter how badly she wanted to go out and do something, she didn’t want to leave him with a babysitter either. She usually ended up bringing him to where she needed to go. Her agent had figured that Bridget could use an evening to herself though, which was fine by her tonight. With Van Halen playing loudly in her ears, she drove her 1961 Ferrari to her favourite bar, parking it down the road where it would be safe from the drunks and walking the rest of the way. Her wait in line wasn’t very long, since the bouncer knew her very well by now. Bridget tended to come here with the guys she played with a lot, and had been coming to this bar since she was old enough to use a fake ID. She gave the bouncer who greeted her her best friendly smile, which ended up looking more like a sneer than anything else.

Once inside she bee lined right for the bar, slipping onto a stool out of the way of everyone else sitting at the bar. “Gin and tonic,”

[/color] she ordered, even though the bartender who had approached him knew her drink. She liked to remind them so they wouldn’t screw it up. It didn’t take long before she was sipping at her third, tapping her foot to the heavy beat of the music the bar blasted. She was feeling considerably chipper, and then she saw him.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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