<div class="floatleft">(http://www.sohbetcan.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/k%C4%B1z%C4%B1l-sa%C3%A7-renkleri-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Annabelle Hampton<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jessy, Miranda, Tami and Naomi<br/><br/><hr/><br/>On her way to the kitchen Belle noticed that Naomi had staggered into the cabin already a bit sauced. It seemed like the woman had the right idea, she was indeed going to drink something before having to deal with another person who would question why she had become so distant in the last few months. Annabelle sigh softly to herself as three of the others seemed to have the desire for liquor; not as strong as herself in that moment she believed. Way to the cabin holding the thing beyond desired was made before pulling out a bottle of vodka and taking away to a seemingly corner of the room.<br/><br/><em>"Come join me, ladies."</em><em>"Come over and join us. There is an empty seat and we would be happy to have you with us."</em>Slowly the thoughts of work and the pressure felt began to take over that she almost missed Miranda and then Tami speaking to her, over to one of the free stools was made while opening the bottle of vodka.<em>Are you okay, Annabelle?  You look nervous, my dear. Don't be. Tasha has excellent taste in friends, and she has always been very patient and understanding. As I mentioned earlier, Tasha and I were best friends back in boarding school and when we first started college. But no matter how unavailable I seem to get nowadays, she has always been so steadfast in her friendship and love, and is consistently forgiving. I am lucky to have her in my life, and I know we'll stay in touch forever. If something is troubling you, I do hope you are willing to share it with Tasha or me or anyone else here. You do not need to bear your burden alone."</em><br/><br/>Those words had only made Annabelle feel a bit worst, shouldn't had she called Tasha to at least vent about how things had been going. Made an actual effort to see Naomi as well rather than turning into the silent wonder she was now. A frown appeared upon her lips for a moment, it wasn't because of the fact that her arm was being stroked by a stranger but that she; herself was just a bad friend who really needed to speak up and express how much work was hated beyond all measure.<em>"I'm fine.."</em>Spoken in a whisper before taking a pull from the bottle. Annabelle would keep telling herself that, she could fake it until she made it...it was the best way, wasn't it?