Well, Angua certainly hoped someone out there was proud of her, as she was not going to the bar today. The temptation was certainly great; she might have to talk to Cally about a little bug problem she'd just noticed. Bugs themselves weren't that big of a deal for her; so long as they didn't carry fleas with them, she could handle them as long as she could suppress an urge to munch on them, but these bugs were...special. She didn't even know what to call that noise they were making and they even smelled of cheesy ballads.

So she did know she needed to get out of her apartment for a little bit. But the decision to go for a little stroll in the park, she figured, was probably much more positive than the bar again. It was starting to become a habit she really had no interest in really keeping.

But it didn't take her long before she was regretting the walk, too, and thinking that what she really needed to cool down in this weather was a nice, cold Anything-But-Coors-Lite.


[[ open park is open, naturally! ]]