( open ) sweet dreams are made of this,

[MIMI MAE RITER]

It was quickly approaching two in the morning, although Mimi had stopped keeping track about an hour ago. Being outside at this time of night wasn’t the smartest thing to do, especially considering the kind of people who were on this tour. Who knew who was running about, high on cocaine or acid? But then again, who cared? No one was keeping tabs on her. No one ever kept tabs on her, because let’s face it. No one really gave a shit. Other people, sure. They were accounted for, assured for their safety, but she was just… Out. It didn’t matter, though, she supposed. She could take care of herself and as far as she could see, no one else was around. Who would bother to try and mess with her? She was harmless. It was fine.

And anyways, her mind was on everything but her location and the time of night. Wordsmith Legacy had closed out the night with a killer set, and retreated back to the bus for a celebratory drink, but she had held back. As far as they knew, she was out at the bar or in some random guy’s bed. But she wasn’t really in the mood for her antics tonight. No, instead, she hadn’t left the venue. After some banter, the security guards had allowed her to stick around, and she was camped out backstage, alone with her thoughts.

She didn’t do this often. Normally, it was nights like this that she attempted to run from. Nights where her vulnerability was getting the best of her, where she couldn’t help but admit she was scared, lonely, sad. Mimi hated to admit that she had feelings because people took advantage of that. First Noah, then Gabriel- the men back in New York showed her that any sort of weakness would be used against her. That she had to be strong, couldn’t let anyone in, because that only meant that she would get hurt. She hated to be hurt.

So at least she was alone as she thought, pacing around backstage. There was so much drama on this tour, and apparently, her antics were being frowned upon- Mira had no issues scolding her for sexual escapades. Mimi didn’t see why it was a problem, because she wasn’t tied down. But according to the younger woman, the sex was a big reason that was keeping her from being tied down- Mimi didn’t know. She needed a drink. Or sex. Or something.

She sighed, absentmindedly beginning to hum one of Wordsmith Legacy’s songs, pacing around backstage. She had no intentions on going back anytime soon.