the ones with matching scars

So here's to everything coming down to nothing
Here's to silence that cuts me to the core

Theoretically, if one went on a two-week bender during LongNight and never stopped drinking, would one wake up with a killer migraine at the end of it? Or would one have several tiny hangovers throughout the period? These were not questions that Soh was usually one to ponder; nor were they questions that she thought to ask before engaging in said behaviors. Where her careful planning and strategy had gotten her nowhere, she thought that for once she should enjoy herself just for the hell of it.

And maybe she was avoiding some things. Whatever.

Her hair, which had been messily curled the night before (or was it the day before? LongNight made it hard to keep track), was now wound into a lopsided bun atop her head. Silver earrings dangled from her lobes, matching necklace dripping down her neck and a set of bangles jangling against her wrist. Her attire was entirely appropriate for the beach during Deepfrost - which was to say that she was in jeans, a cute top, and had decided to go barefoot for the time being. She had her left shoe held loosely in one hand as she walked through the port, but she wasn't sure where the right one was anymore. Altogether, she made a comical, if somewhat messy, picture. But hey, at least she still looked cute. Ish.

Where is this going?
Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore

Sohalia