Lyla had never considered herself crazy, stupid at times but never crazy. This all though? She was sure she was losing her mind. First she woke up naked, not knowing where she was (though that had happened before so it wasn't that strange). Then she'd heard words booming from a statue. Yeah, a statue. The statue had talked about being a God and collars and choking and she was sure that God and collars and choking really didn't need to be in the same sentence.
But she wasn't able to wake herself up and so she was sure she was going crazy. Maybe one of those bastards had knocked her in the head without knowing it and she was lost in the crazy that was now her mind. That made more sense than actually being on an island that was fueled by sex. Okay, so her mind had placed her in sex island - that made sense considering her job.
She was still thinking of her descent into craziness while she was waiting for her turn at the bar of whatever kind of party she had conjured up. Finally she was next and she leaned against the bar, elbows on the top and she leaned forward a bit so she could check over the bottles. "Give me whatever is the strongest you have," she finally announced.
She didn't care what it was, she just needed strong and she was disappointed when a glass of wine was set before her. "Really? This is it?" Wow, her mind was beginning to disappoint her.
Lyla Winston || Sons of Anarchy
Lyla had never considered herself crazy, stupid at times but never crazy. This all though? She was sure she was losing her mind. First she woke up naked, not knowing where she was (though that had happened before so it wasn't that strange). Then she'd heard words booming from a statue. Yeah, a statue. The statue had talked about being a God and collars and choking and she was sure that God and collars and choking really didn't need to be in the same sentence.
But she wasn't able to wake herself up and so she was sure she was going crazy. Maybe one of those bastards had knocked her in the head without knowing it and she was lost in the crazy that was now her mind. That made more sense than actually being on an island that was fueled by sex. Okay, so her mind had placed her in sex island - that made sense considering her job.
She was still thinking of her descent into craziness while she was waiting for her turn at the bar of whatever kind of party she had conjured up. Finally she was next and she leaned against the bar, elbows on the top and she leaned forward a bit so she could check over the bottles. "Give me whatever is the strongest you have," she finally announced.
She didn't care what it was, she just needed strong and she was disappointed when a glass of wine was set before her. "Really? This is it?" Wow, her mind was beginning to disappoint her.