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strongerthanblood) wrote2021-03-23 09:22 pm
strongerthanblood) wrote2021-03-23 09:22 pm
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Studying for her GED test is somehow one of the most rudimentary and difficult things that she's done in some time. Her lack of knowledge about Earth is the only real hindrance, and they seem to be things that the other people in her study group all seem to already know. It isn't difficult to learn, but it slows her down.
As does the class she decided to take. She could have studied on her own, but if she's going to attend a trade school, she thought it would allow to familiarize herself with a classroom type setting, which is something entirely new to her. It is a lot less regulated than she might have thought.
After most of them pass a practice test, someone suggests that they go for celebratory drinks. Rey found herself swept up in it, agreeing only somewhat awkwardly, because while she loves having friends, she still isn't all that great at making them outside of a crisis situation. That whole trauma bond thing really kicks off the relationship. Making friends with women whose greatest crisis is their lipstick shade being discontinued (condolences to Shelley) is a little harder. But not impossible.
They wind up at a bar not all that far from her building, and someone buys shots, and then someone buys another round of shots, and then Rey buys a round of shots, and then she's drunk. Kind of very drunk, and this place doesn't even have a good food menu. What's the point of going to a bar that doesn't sell nachos?
God, she wants some nachos.
When her partying study buddies start to grow tiresome, Rey scrunches her nose and everything goes quiet because Ben is suddenly sitting on a bar stool with a book in his hand. It looks dusty, which isn't all that of a surprise.
"I want nachos," she says out loud to Ben, and she shushes Matt the close talker when he tries to respond to her. Rey stands up from the table and heads towards the bar, wobbling only a little. "Will you come get me? And we can go get nachos?"
There's a coaster on the bar, and Rey picks it up and holds it next to her face as she points at the name, giving him a sunny, hopeful, (semi-drunk) smile. "I am here."
As does the class she decided to take. She could have studied on her own, but if she's going to attend a trade school, she thought it would allow to familiarize herself with a classroom type setting, which is something entirely new to her. It is a lot less regulated than she might have thought.
After most of them pass a practice test, someone suggests that they go for celebratory drinks. Rey found herself swept up in it, agreeing only somewhat awkwardly, because while she loves having friends, she still isn't all that great at making them outside of a crisis situation. That whole trauma bond thing really kicks off the relationship. Making friends with women whose greatest crisis is their lipstick shade being discontinued (condolences to Shelley) is a little harder. But not impossible.
They wind up at a bar not all that far from her building, and someone buys shots, and then someone buys another round of shots, and then Rey buys a round of shots, and then she's drunk. Kind of very drunk, and this place doesn't even have a good food menu. What's the point of going to a bar that doesn't sell nachos?
God, she wants some nachos.
When her partying study buddies start to grow tiresome, Rey scrunches her nose and everything goes quiet because Ben is suddenly sitting on a bar stool with a book in his hand. It looks dusty, which isn't all that of a surprise.
"I want nachos," she says out loud to Ben, and she shushes Matt the close talker when he tries to respond to her. Rey stands up from the table and heads towards the bar, wobbling only a little. "Will you come get me? And we can go get nachos?"
There's a coaster on the bar, and Rey picks it up and holds it next to her face as she points at the name, giving him a sunny, hopeful, (semi-drunk) smile. "I am here."