Hey There

“You need to leave. Now!” Harvey yelled as he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, opening it in a swift movement and pointing the sharp blade at the other in a threatening manner.

Fiona had a handful of small items in her hands, she wasn't sure when or how she was going to get value for these things that ranged from jewerly to shoes. She heard the door creek open, “Fuck!” she quietly whispered, Fiona dropped the items in a panic, jumping from different spots of the bedroom. There was absolutely no way she was able to get out of this. Normally, she was smarter than this, found small jobs, or had her brothers figure it out for her. But she needed quick cash. She froze as the door opened, her face dropping to the ground as if she was a child who had just gotten in trouble. “--I, I.” a pause, “Don’t call the cops!” Fiona’s face quickly rising as she see’s the weapon, “What the fuck dude!?” No longer fearful, “Do you know where the fuck you are? This-- this shit happens all the time, drop the shit and I’ll walk out!” what did you get yourself into, Fiona?

“look, you’re the one who kissed me.” romeo snapped as he kept his eyes fixated on the arcade game screen. “go ahead and act like it was because you were drunk or just straight up blame it on me, but you and I both know it was all you.” he pointed out in a somewhat condescending tone. his thin finger pressed at the red button rapidly before he groaned, seeing ‘game over’ flash across the screen. “damn it.” he muttered to himself before finally turning to look at the other. “it’s kind of ironic, don’t you think? you coming on to me?” romeo’s lips curved into a shit-eating smirk. “pretty hilarious, actually.”

Fiona watched him as he played his the game. Her mouth opened- he knew what she was going to say, she was in fact going to come up with some kind of excuse, but he knew her far too well. He had become pretty good friends with her brother, Lip. Lets be honest here, she couldn’t stand him, and something had just come over her the night before. She imagined the frustrating fight that would soon come if her brother had found out. Her mouth quickly closing, hands on her hips as she tries to come up with something. Her hands quickly fall to her sides as he faces her, “I-- shut up.” a pause, “It was really nothing,You’re not fuckin’ special.”

After what seems like forever the main bits of the session are finally over, followed by time to mingle with the others and like, hug each other and shit. Aleister never sticks around for this part. He slides his fake leather jacket on and throws one last curious glance over his shoulder at the woman from earlier before slipping out the doors.

Than bam, she found her way directly by the man’s side before he could realize her presence she spoke up. The chicago air hitting one another rather hard, seeing her breath as the words fall out, brushing her hair off her shoulder as the wind brushes by. “Hey, what’s your problem?” Fiona spit out, “You a junkie, pill popper or a drunk?” A grin quickly forms on her face, “or did you get the golden ticket and are all three?” Is she trying to make herself feel better? Is she trying to pretend she just didn’t get drunk in an AA meeting, sure seems like it.

“Uh, I guess…” She nodded, taking the apron.

As busy as Fiona was in that moment, keeping track of the customers orders, how the staff was acting, and speaking to Elsie. She was paying quite a bit of attention to the young girl. She of course, didn’t look like she belonged her but Fiona’s job was to treat all of the coworkers and staff equally. Fiona was once in her place, being overwhelmed with orders, change of scenary, and a different type of people in her environment it had shaped her into a better person. She looks at the girl, an eyebrow raises. “Well, put it on.” Fiona spit out, ushering the girl to follower her to the back of the the diner, and into her closet-like office, barely able to fit her and her computer, she motions the girl to stand at the doorway. “Now tell me about yourself,” she points her finger to Elsie’s general area, a coworker stands speaking to a customer a few feet behind her, “This is an honesty, and safe zone.” Fiona says, “He had sold drugs, fucked up, served his time and he’s here. When I first met him he didn’t have custody of his children or a place to live, Now he has a three bedroom apartment, and visitation. He’s getting there.” A pause, long enough to nearly suffocate the two. “You’re younger than most of these people, and you were a fuckin’ dumbass, and you need to own that shit and move on.” Kind of contridicting yourself, arent you,  Fi?

"I'm fuckin neither," a wide grin and a small chuckle slips through her teeth. Guess he didn’t enjoy your drunk rambling, Fi. She clenches her teeth nervously, “Which one are you?” she takes a swig of her drink, looks to the person beside her, “probably an asshole,”

Fiona had just gotten off of work- still wearing her waitress outfit and apron, a cigarette laid between her lips, her body being barely sheltered but just enough by the top balcony of a restaraunt that was only a few buildings down from her diner. It was a long day today, customers not being satisified with their meals, had a cook and a dishwasher quitting the same day. She was exhausted, her body hurt, her facial expression clearly showing the exhaustion that soaked through her bones.  And better yet, a random wanted to approach her. She takes a drag of her cigarette- the smoke vanishing almost immedatialy due to the harsh drops of rain. Fiona rolls her eyes, and turning her head to face the stranger. “Okay?” An irritated smirk quickly presses against her face, “Where are you going? You’re in a shitty town in Chicago,” She glances around her surroundings, “You clearly don’t belong in this area, the mid and high class is about fourty minutes from here, walk all the way down, turn left until you see the bus stop. Take it, should take you in your general area. Might want to hurry, it’s the last stop of the day.”

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