A/N: Wow. Well, it's been really too long. So I'm definitely going to try updating a bit more regularly than I have been! It's only short but it's a start. And there will be more soon! Hope you guys enjoy :)
So, I've been in this dodgy bar way off The Strip for around about 4 hours now, slumped in a corner booth with a glass of Whiskey in my hand. I like it. The people in here are all bikers, or at least involved in the whole biker community. A lot of leather jackets and tattoos. I like it. I sipped my Whiskey and thought of what had happened just a few hours previous.
After I stormed out of Grissom's 'meeting', I ran to my car, lit a cigarette and just started driving. I eventually ended up here, somewhere I'd actually never been before. And even though my inner monologue is fine, I know that if anyone were to strike up a conversation with me, I'd more than likely slur something unintelligable and irrelevant. I sighed, I needed another smoke. I downed my drink and left the glass on the table as I walked toward the door, pulling a cigarette and lighter out of my pocket. It was lit before the door had even closed behind me. After a few draws, I felt like I was being watched. I turned my head slowly to the right, then to the left. No one was there. Or so I thought. Catherine and Sara walked out of the shadows, gently smiling at me. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Hey..." Sara said, trailing off as if unsure what else to say.
"Hi." I replied. After a long silence, I spoke. "Hmm, how d-did you ffffffffind me?"
"GPS in your car." Catherine answered, the first time she'd said anything since she got here. "Abby..."
"What?" I shouted, a little too loud. I sighed again, "I am going toooooo have another drink, w-wanna join meeee?" I was trying hard to speak normally, but that was failing. Catherine shook her head but Sara nodded,
"Sure," Sara said, "One drink. Then we're going." I laughed,
"Ssssssspeak for yourself." I said, and began my stumble back to the bar. I could hear music, my kind of music. I grinned, ordered a Whiskey, downed half of it, and began to dance. Or what, at that point, I thought was dancing. "HELL RAISERRRRR!" I shouted with my hands in the air, I liked the song, I just didn't know all the words... I could see Sara and Catherine watching me, and I didn't care.
About an hour later, I was on the bar dancing with Sara to every Motorhead song ever made. She was very, very drunk! Catherine was no where to be seen, and I assumed she'd left. The music suddenly stopped and a tall, burly man walked up to the bar. He was wearing a leather jacket over a white tee-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans.
"Time to go, ladies." He smiled up at us, I nodded and watched Sara get down from the bar. At some point, Catherine had re-appeared and was holding Sara up. I laughed and went to jump down from the bar, but my foot caught something and I slipped, basically face-planting the floor. After a few seconds, I stood back up, feeling lucky that I wasn't badly hurt. I looked at Catherine and smiled, she shook her head at me. I shrugged and stumbled to the door, and that's all I remember.