No Good || Open RP

Rebecca held the beer bottle in her hand, lightly, like she was wanting it to slip out and fall to the ground. It was her third of the night. She took a half-drunken drink, then slid down to the floor against the door to her closet. She secretly blessed her superior kidney strength that she’d received from the previous two Starks… but at the same time hated it. She thought about all the promises she’d made lately… that she was going to change… to be more responsible… to start acting like an adult. Everyone had high hopes, but… not many people actually tried to help… did being an adult really mean having no one to lean on?

The door to the room opened and she looked up. She was too tired to give a proper greeting… “Hey. ‘sup?”