Brooding (Open)

[arianna]

Arianna's heels clicked as she quickly walked down the street, practically bowling everyone over in her path. She barely had time for pleasantries in a pleasant mood, if she was ever in one. Flipping her black waves over her shoulder, she shoved past a particularly slow moving couple, refusing to let anyone separate her from a firewhiskey and a quiet corner to herself.

Arianna had found herself in another round with her parents, insisting that her life was inappropriate. Her active actions in the Death Eaters only worried them more. It hadn't been enough that they had tied the wild girl down to one place, but now everything she did was unpleasing to them. She had fled the UK for that reason, to escape the dictatorship of her ignorant parents.

With a huff, she took the waiting firewhiskey from the bartender, sitting in the corner as she took a lop sip. It wasn't often that Arianna turned to alcohol for her problems. It didn't take much for the slight woman to go under, and losing control was her worst nightmare. Arianna had fought her whole life for control of her own life, she didn't gamble that too frequently. Running a flustered hand through her thick waves, she set the firewhisky on the old table, brooding in silence. Her nerves had calmed considerably, the shady pub offering a cool, dim setting. She still felt a sense of frustration that she couldn't abandoned. Ever since signing those papers for that damned house that knot had rested deep in her core, reminding her of the ball and chain sawing into her flesh.

Her eyes swept the lonely pub, knowing she would be taking home some poor chap tonight. She needed to channel her frustration through something, and she knew what that something would be. Her options were looking disappointment, but the witch had been known to settle for anything with a pulse in times of anger. Her eyes darted to the door as it swung open...