Thursday never had enough money. She loved to go out with her friends, or alone, actually, any night of the week. She liked being at home sometimes to recover, but generally she liked being out on the town.
Thursday could be found in the bookstore, sipping lattes and flipping through British tabloids that were too expensive to purchase. She'd buy a book from the newly-remaindered table though. Or she would be glued to the brown leather sofa in the cigar shop not smoking but drinking wine and listening to the music. Maybe she'd be at a rooftop bar, watching the city as she downed another Dark & Stormy. If the weather was poor she'd be at the local indie theatre with popcorn and cherry Coke.
Thursday lived for Friday. Every other one, that is. Payday.
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