Stealing it was the easy part

Schuyler swirls the amber whiskey in her glass as she stares down at the titles on the jukebox. She slouches a bit, trying to hide in the long sweater and vintage summer dress she's wearing with a pair of converse. Her bangs trail in her eyes while the rest of her hair is pulled back in a messy sort of bun. She trails her index finger, nails bitten to the quick, over the plexiglass of the face of the jukebox. Her money is already in the machine, so she's made the commitment. Around her, the bar is busy, but she's a bit removed from it. She's not sure who's idea it was to hide her in Mystic Falls, but at the moment, she'd like to strangle them. So far, she can't find much redeeming about the town, but then Sky isn't crazy about change. It forces her to try and fit into a new situation and a new place. She's never been good at fitting in. The loneliness and feeling of abandonment she's struggling with right now just make the situation even worse.

At least she's not sitting alone in her little rental house with her dog and a pint of ice cream. That's something, isn't it? She rolls her eyes at herself, takes a swig of whiskey and keys in some Nina Simone on the jukebox.

There's very little that Nina and whiskey won't solve. Maybe a rare steak later. It'll get better here because whether it does or not, she's stuck here for the foreseeable future and contemplating this as her future will make her want to set fire to her bed while she's in it.

At least she won't have to worry about feeding for a few weeks if she's very lucky.