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blue christmas
Dec. 28th, 2014 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
speedy_queenThea has come to the realization that she more or less hates Christmas. Christmas isn't what the movies try to sell you on - happy family, pretty snow, perfect presents. None of that shit is real. Christmas is knowing your parents hate one another but they stay married because they have to and doing drugs in your room because nobody cares whether or not you're alive. That's Christmas. That's real Christmas.
Thea thinks she shouldn't be so down on it. She did have some good years when she was younger and too naive to realize what was really going on in the world but now she's too old and too jaded. She's managed to crawl out of her room three days post holiday with a hangover that only another trip to the bar is going to cure.
She starts out mixing drinks, little fancy things that are on the menu for the holiday. There's one with peppermint that she's particularly fond of and she has several of those before she just decides to say fuck it and drink vodka straight from the bottle. It's not elegant but it gets the job done. Thea thinks that's about all she can ask for at this point.
"One more," she says, staring at the vodka bottle as if it's actually going to respond. "One more and then we're going back to bed to wallow some more."
Thea thinks she shouldn't be so down on it. She did have some good years when she was younger and too naive to realize what was really going on in the world but now she's too old and too jaded. She's managed to crawl out of her room three days post holiday with a hangover that only another trip to the bar is going to cure.
She starts out mixing drinks, little fancy things that are on the menu for the holiday. There's one with peppermint that she's particularly fond of and she has several of those before she just decides to say fuck it and drink vodka straight from the bottle. It's not elegant but it gets the job done. Thea thinks that's about all she can ask for at this point.
"One more," she says, staring at the vodka bottle as if it's actually going to respond. "One more and then we're going back to bed to wallow some more."