Mira’s red eyes blinked open around noon. She saw sunlight coming through a tiny window and hitting her in the face, making her groan. Running a hand through her messy long brown hair, she smacked her lips and looked at her surroundings through slitted eyes. Ah, in a bathtub. Well, that wasn’t too unusual. She was by herself in this one at least and still had all her clothes on… an off the shoulder shirt and denim shorts. She only had one shoe on, but they were $1 flip flops anyway. Clearing her raspy throat, she wobbled a bit as she stood, seeing another body sprawled out on the floor, drooling while snoring. 

[b]”Lazy ass,”[/b] she mumbled, stumbling a bit as she got out of the porcelain vessel and her barefoot smacked the tile floor. She muttered something unintelligible, seeing her other shoe behind the toilet. She grabbed it, slipping it on and then making her way out of the bathroom. 

Whose house was this again? She couldn’t remember. Actually, she didn’t feel hung over. Still drunk then. Awesome. She sighed and saw a cute brown leather jacket hanging off the couch, a few people getting out of there, some still passed out. She walked up to the couch, grabbing the jacket and slipping it on. Perfect fit. Well, it could have been hers, even though she knew it wasn’t. Not caring though, she left, continuing to run her fingers through her locks to untangle it.

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Later that evening, after a bit of sobering up and a shower, Mira got dressed to go out again. She slipped into some distressed jeans and a cropped t-shirt, setting a pair of reflective aviators on her head. She almost always lost her shoes so she put on some flip flops again, stuffing money into one side of her bra and her cell in the other side. She put on makeup, covering the circles under her eyes, and dropped some eye drops in her pupils to make her seem completely normal, happy, awake. [i]Such a faker[/i] she smirked at herself bitterly before leaving her apartment that looked almost untouched besides a barely filled fridge and a bathroom with towels on the floor.

Mira remembered hearing a name last night, Sam’s or something. Someone had mentioned it anyway. So she walked around until she saw a sign that said Sam’s Bar and Tavern and smirked. Hopefully they mixed a drink as well as she was told. She looked put together but still like she was a party girl as she stepped inside the bar, scratching her scalp and looking around to see who all was within. Not many people yet. Ah. Better to start slow then. She made her way to the bartender and sat down, ordering a mojito. After the amount of shots last night, a low amount of alcohol sounded welcome for now.