Day 5: Still a Better Love Story than Twilight
Last up on the first-run check list was Ms. Farrah Knox, the red-haired minx who may or may not be the group’s last chance to stay even on the “bat-shit crazy” meter. However, upon arriving at Farrah’s apartment, I knew some hijinks were afoot. For one, it was 12:30 am, and she was not in bed, despite being sleepy. I could only assume that I would find her swimming around the ocean, or waist deep in a dumpster. Maybe even in bed with Robi. I didn’t expect her to be driving. In her own car. Five days old, and already driving. I have no idea where the car came from. But, there was also a book and a stereo in her inventory, so perhaps she did do some dumpster diving and struck gold.
After a quick drive, she arrived at The Grind dance club, even more sleepy than before, but determined to have an awesome night, or pass out trying. Of course, the first thing to do at any club is get a drink, and that’s just what she did, chatting up the bartender in the process.
But then, the urge to sleep became too strong, even for this wild party animal, and before her drink had even been mixed, she called it a night and drove home. I think it’s safe to say the sanity scale has been tipped towards lunacy.
After sleeping until 11 the next morning, Farrah awoke with a rumble in her belly. Luckily, she chose to forgo the apparently common breakfast of cold soup, and opted instead for ice cream.
She did at least show love for her instrument, as she left the tub of ice cream sitting on the table and started rocking out. She actually already had a few points in the guitar skill, much higher than the other three, so at least she’s serious about her tunes.
She took a short break from jamming by watching the last five minutes of something on TV, followed by a half hour of watching a black screen, before resuming the guitar, proving that sometimes, your mind can literally explode, and just needs a little time to recharge.
The rest of the night was relatively boring. A bowl of cereal, more guitar playing, and finally sleep. Perhaps she just has an urge to party every now and then, which isn’t all that crazy. But, the real question is how will all four interact upon their first meeting? That will be answered next time, when the day of first contact arrives.