too-fast-to-catch:

totallyworksforthesmithsonian:

too-fast-to-catch:

totallyworksforthesmithsonian:

too-fast-to-catch:

totallyworksforthesmithsonian:

*Annie sighs heavily as she sits down at the corner of the bar before nodding to the bar tender who takes one look at her face and brings over a bottle, a couple shot glasses, salt and limes, she gives him a weak smile*

Thanks…

*Barry walks in not too long after, taking an available seat next to her and sighing. He orders a beer and tells the bartender he’ll probably need another 10 that night*

Today…was a day.

Yeah…it was a day alright…*gives him a watery smile* I prefer tequila but I think I’m just drinking straight from the bottle tonight…

You wanna talk about your day?

*turns to look at her with a weak smile as well* Only if you want to talk about yours.

*grabs the bottle of tequila before chugging about a 1/4 of it* Yeah, not really sure I want to talk about it either. Not even sure I know what the hell happened today either. I just know this was not the night I had planned. Maybe I should just quit the CIA and join some overseas aid group or something. *shrugs looking Barry*

*he’s already done with his first bottle and the bartender slides him another* I’m sorry to hear your night has taken a dip from what is was supposed to be. CIA troubles? Huh. I say go with what you think is best. *takes a swig from his new bottle* Frankly I don’t know what the happened this whole week.

Work…personal life…everything is just so messed up and painful right now…*shrugs staring at the bar* I don’t know where I stand with anyone…just…yeah…sucks…*downs more of the bottle still not feeling any effects*