hatesmostthings: (fact: carded poker face)
April had planned to spend her twentieth birthday at home doing something entertaining, like watching MTV España and drinking smoothies with beer in them. Her boyfriends thought that was ridiculous, and had emailed her links to the websites of Baltimore theme bars, such as a jello-wrestling one and one with a mechanical bull, which April had been prepared to ignore -- those only sounded entertaining from a watching-people-injure-themselves perspective. But then something game-changing came to her attention. Sarah, apparently, could control machines.

Which meant that attending the bar with the mechanical bull was a definite yes. They could not only watch, but also actively contribute to the injuries. It was a dream come true.

Getting in wasn't a problem -- the fact that it was her birthday and she looked confident about getting in clearly tricked the bouncer into thinking that she was turning twenty-one today, not twenty. As soon as she and Sarah stepped inside, April winced at the sound of deafeningly loud country music and the attire of the other patrons. She shot Sarah a look. "Holy fucking cowboy hats."

[[for the partner in crime, who will be supplying much of the crime! up early for timezones. and drunk texts might be a thing, just saying.]]
hatesmostthings: (neu: real tired of your shit mr rand)
April did not believe in holidays for getting drunk, because frankly, if you asked her, getting drunk was something to do for the fun of it and not because a holiday told you to. Besides, she wasn't Irish and saw no point in pretending she was. So she was not celebrating St. Patrick's Day today -- in fact, she wasn't even aware that today was it.

What she was doing instead was frying a Pop-Tart, because the internet told her they were especially delicious that way and who was she to argue? She was almost certainly going to burn it, because she didn't really know how to cook, but she didn't mind as long as the smoke detector didn't go off.

Okay, eventually it did go off. But just for a few seconds until she got the windows open. That was good, right?

[[open! come investigate the noise or whathaveyou! thread with jono is last, tho.]]
hatesmostthings: (pos: happy with champion)
April was in a really good mood today.

In addition to having a really adorable new puppy around, she'd just gotten off the phone with her family, and during the course of the phone call had managed to successfully rub it in her sister's face that she had her own apartment and a puppy and unlimited booze while Natalie wasn't allowed any of that stuff. So there, Natalie.

And now-- well, now she had a puppy to play with, who she still had yet to name, and the lukewarm remains of her pizza that she'd started on Friday. Which was doubling as food for the puppy for now, but she'd get to the store and get him real food eventually. It would help if he didn't like the pizza so much.

"C'mon, you're missing all the pepperoni bits," April chided him, readjusting the slice in her hand to steer him toward the toppings. "There you go."

[[open to visitors and calls!]]
hatesmostthings: (neg: this is a madhouse i have to flee)
April had had an interesting morning.

It began with accidentally horrifying some guy in a park who had looked appropriately sketchy but in actuality was just supervising his kids playing with a Frisbee. Then she'd gotten followed around by a cop for a little bit -- unfortunately it seemed like her talent of being able to attract suspicion from the police was difficult to turn off -- and had ducked into some random store for a bit, where she'd been all but attacked by overzealous perfume sales reps who seemed hell-bent on making her smell like the backstage of a beauty pageant. Naturally, she'd had to combat that by stopping for a lunch of buffalo wings to get rid of the creepy flowery smell, and while enjoying those while wandering around the streets, she finally succeeded in her actual goal for the day, and managed to make a very important purchase.

She was sort of proud of that, truth be told. Not that she hadn't thought she could do it, but the confirmation was nice.

So, stuffing the bag into her pocket, she set off back toward the causeway, still eating the last of her wings and plotting out what to text Jono as soon as she had a free hand to do it with. Something about her impressive success, no doubt. But low-key. Like she didn't care.

Obviously.

[[largely establishy, but open as well!]]
hatesmostthings: (neu: considering)
Well. Yesterday and all that it had entailed -- specifically, making out with a bleached-blond musician who thought he was smooth -- had been a little bizarre. Or at least it was now, in the light of day and all that.

Fortunately, April at least planned on being way more mature and less weird today. Namely, by watching a horror movie marathon with a teenager. That was legit, right?

There was pizza and beer, and the TV was currently playing the DVD menu for a movie that was said to have blown over forty percent of its budget on fake blood and zombie makeup. Perfect.

[[for the one, but if neighbors have any reason to stop by (/complain about the noise...), that's cool.]]

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