>>19028839The shower, and the bus ride home from the Dojo, provide little opportunity for catharsis. On the way home, Carmody Jefferson checks her phone, finds exactly what she expected there, and spends the rest of the time staring out the window and thinking. Thinking about the WWA. About the Dojo. About Sola. About Colby. And most of all, about the match she'd just signed for with Priscilla.
The world seems out of order. Unsound somehow. So it's hardly a surprise to her when Carmody gets home to the apartment and things feel..... off. Like the lights, for instance, those are off. Had she turned them of this morning? To her father's eternal frustration back home, she'd always been bad about leaving the lights on in every room she passed through. Yet this morning, every light in the apartment was off. She turns the kitchen light on, drops her gear bag by the coat rack, and hangs up her jacket.
Never mind that now. What Carmody needs right now is to sit herself down, calm her nerves, and think about what she needs to do. She's not exactly thrilled with herself as she goes for the bottle of Jen Bean she bought the other day, but she's only human, and she's got a lot on her mind. She takes out a glass and goes to the kitchen counter.
The bottle of bourbon has been opened before, and maybe about four or five pours have been taken out of it.
Carmody freezes in place. She feels eyes on the back of her neck, and slowly turns around.
