I don't care, I love it (Open)

The urge to be anywhere other than here was growing quite strong in Avis. She was tired. She wasn’t getting laid (at this point in the night, everyone remotely attractive would have been snapped up by her peers). And she wasn’t getting any younger. A bite to eat and a shower could only get her so far. From there, it was all on good old fashioned sleep to get her back into scheming and playing shape and that was one thing that she was sorely lacking. Of course, she was always lacking in it. One couldn’t be a proper member of this society by going about at five in the afternoon to the hottest bars and the clubs. She almost scoffed, but then considered it. Maybe she’d try to start a trend. Pull together some of the hottest girls and hottest guys and start going out and raising hell when the boring people were. Wouldn’t that be fantastic? And it would help her sleep budget, she’d get through things much better if she had that little bit extra on the end.

She nodded blankly at the girl as she said her name. Did it matter? No. ‘Girl with the blue hair’ would probably be good enough to find her. “Nice to meet you, I'm Avis Mahala,” she said absently, looking for an escape through the crowd. She wasn’t going to last much longer. She had to get out. She turned back to her new pet. “Well, Lexi, its been fun, but I have another engagement, you can look forward to hearing from me soon,” she said with a smile before melting off into the crowd. If the bartender was all that worried about her tab, he knew where she lived. She’d be back soon and she’d just pay him double. It was a simple business deal. Yes, his ability to get plastered this evening at an after hours joint would be severely inhibited, but the next night he would be the king of the club.

Outside the club, she and her heels clicked quickly down the street to the gates of the living area. Once in, she worked her way to her own home, where she unlocked the door and stepped lightly in. Once inside, the process of undressing began, a trail of clothes stretching from the door to the kitchen, where she got her Sctoch. She wandered to her room and slipped into her sleep clothes, grabbing the trashiest book she saw and climbing under the blankets. She read for the first little while, her eyes tracking over the page. It was the same thing as always. Girl meets hero, girl falls for hero, bangs hero, hero falls for her after the sex, and they live happily ever after. There was little wonder why so many young women had confused the ideas of sex and love after reading those things. About halfway through the book, even her most concerted efforts to stay awake failed and she fell to the side, book falling out of her hands and the Scotch sitting mostly untouched on her bedside table.

Asleep, she dreamed of climbing.

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note: Sleepy Avis is Sleepy. End this here? Or do you wanna hit it one more time?
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