Post by Ruth on Jun 5, 2010 21:18:30 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
What Ruth liked about the Hard Rock Cafe most was the cocktail selection. While she was early for the time she and her girl friends had set to meet out she was quite content twirling the little plastic stick around the inside of her margarita, perched on her stool at the quiet bar. It was close in there. Warm, dark colours with spots on the music memorabilia all around and her eyes wandered the walls with interest until she slid off the stool and carried her drink over to look at a signed guitar, her head tilting and sending lush curls over her bare shoulder.
Ruth had needed to get out of the apartment for a night, her worry about Tommy was starting to make her life feel oppressive and she didn't know how to deal with it other than to... not deal with it. She just needed to take a step back and have a breather, regroup and decide what she should do. Pushing him to tell her what was really going on would do no good, she knew that; he was stubborn and at the first sign of her trying to prise information out of him he would just clam up more. Normally she didn’t like to push anyone to tell her anything in her personal life, she wasn't suited to it and didn't like to make people feel uncomfortable, but at some point secrets became unhealthy and she couldn't stand to see her roommate and friend unravelling the way that he was. Ruth sighed and wished she hadn't started thinking about this at all. She turned away from the guitar that she'd been staring through for the last few minutes and returned to the bar.
What Ruth liked about the Hard Rock Cafe most was the cocktail selection. While she was early for the time she and her girl friends had set to meet out she was quite content twirling the little plastic stick around the inside of her margarita, perched on her stool at the quiet bar. It was close in there. Warm, dark colours with spots on the music memorabilia all around and her eyes wandered the walls with interest until she slid off the stool and carried her drink over to look at a signed guitar, her head tilting and sending lush curls over her bare shoulder.
Ruth had needed to get out of the apartment for a night, her worry about Tommy was starting to make her life feel oppressive and she didn't know how to deal with it other than to... not deal with it. She just needed to take a step back and have a breather, regroup and decide what she should do. Pushing him to tell her what was really going on would do no good, she knew that; he was stubborn and at the first sign of her trying to prise information out of him he would just clam up more. Normally she didn’t like to push anyone to tell her anything in her personal life, she wasn't suited to it and didn't like to make people feel uncomfortable, but at some point secrets became unhealthy and she couldn't stand to see her roommate and friend unravelling the way that he was. Ruth sighed and wished she hadn't started thinking about this at all. She turned away from the guitar that she'd been staring through for the last few minutes and returned to the bar.