the best mistake you'll ever make

*Lydia just rolls her eyes*  You always say you’re gonna win but you never do.  I don’t underestimate you, if anything it’s cruel of me to keep giving you these chances.  Now come on drink your shot.

[One of Eden's brows arches up and she leans against the bar, taking her glass.] Hey! Last year. Halloween. I won that and you know it. You Staedlers are just too stubborn and prideful to admit stuff like that. [She downs the shot and slams it onto the table-- mostly for dramatic effect.] Don't gotta tell me twice. 

So in other words be a glorified, under paid maid?

Close. I'm a waitress. Which is essentially the same thing but the outfit isn't as cute.

"Ohhh a stab right to uncle Henry’s ego. So callous. Please your wit’s barely a cut above the rest.”

"As if you're any better around him. Oh-- sorry to slash at your ego Lloyd. You used 'cut' already, therefore I win."

molliehooper:

"O-oh. Okay, sorry. Sure." she said with a tight smile and entered the awaiting taxi.

"No need to look like such a sad puppy honey." Eden commented, slipping into the cab. "Not that I'll tell you to smile or some shit, you do have a pretty face though." It takes a bit of the little energy she has left to smile light heartedly yo the other girl before giving the driver directions.

Carmen nodded solemnly, averting her eyes. “You’ve lived here your whole life? Wow. Before New York, I lived in San Francisco, which is almost as crazy but not quite. I can’t imagine living my whole life here. Kudos to you.” Carm slowly smiled until she showed her teeth. “The better option would probably be getting a tattoo. That way I’d never forget it.”

Eden shrugged lightly and pursed her lips. "It's not as bad as it sounds. Aside from all the garbage on the sidewalks and rude people, there are some upsides if you have a sense of adventure. I dunno, I've heard stories about the West coast. Isn't everyone super kooky and don't they all own those dogs you can fit in your purse?" The corner of her lips pulled up and she grinned. "How 'bout I do the tattoo for you? I'm an artist, it'd be like painting on someone. Same concept, yeah? It'll be right above your heart: put knives out of reach. Don't kill small children. You are hot shit."

You’re full of so much shit. Everyone lies, hell I’ve probably lied a few times in this one conversation.

Excuse you, halo. In case you forgot. Eh, I'm not one for "honesty is the best policy", sometimes you gotta lie. Already? Damn sugar, and here I am telling you everything about myself.

"If you’re hungover the best cure is bacon, I don’t care if you are vegetarian it’ll put you back in sync." Ushering Eden into the cab she asked "Shall we have the driver stop at a diner or your work place?"

"Huh, and here I thought I heard every remedy there was out there. Don't worry lovely, I can eat a whole plate of bacon the second you turn your head." Eden slips into the taxi, holding her head for a moment as it was pounding. "A diner. I have a co-worker who's a good friend and if I show up like this it's going to be a lot of teasing I am too cranky to deal with."

Eden, darling, come on, just a few more steps with me. We’re going to my apartment, remember? Because you’re pissed and I’m trying to help you here.

[Shakes her head before wrapping an arm around his shoulder and waving her free hand dismissively.] Pissed? C'mon. I suppose ya' could say I was long overdue. --Aye! I love your place. It's beautiful, like you! You're beautiful. [Eden kisses his cheek.] Don't'cha think it's a lil' early to be going in?

"That’s another one of my bigger issues." She said with a sigh. "And it’s not even that I’m young. You’re young, you should be as wild and free as you want. But I’m almost 30, and even though I’ve only been in this city for 3 years, I already want out. I’m sick of it.” She paused, shaking her head and shrugging. “Whatever. Hopefully I’ll have the brains to do that when the time comes around, but maybe you should remind me about it in 5 years so I don’t go to jail for murdering my kid.”

"You have a nomadic heart too, lovely?" Eden smiled empathetically to the woman. "Bah, you should do what you want whatever your age. I get it, really. I've lived here my whole life and the city is amazing, one day I'm gonna get out. There's a great big world out there that might not be able to handle me-- but, not my problem." She let out a light laugh. "I have some faith in you. Do you want me to write it down? It's advice you can cherish forever."

"Slow down, you want to get even more attention?"

"I heard him get up the second I ran out of his room. Ugh, I hate over sleeping. I'm all panic-y and hungover."