lennon. not john.

Presley: that, i'm still trying to find out, if i'm being honest

Presley: snacks sounds great :> alright, i can't wait

Lennon: before i head out the door, i think i have something in mind. i'll explain some context later .. but ' i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips.' is stuck in my head.

Lennon: ...

“alright, but these are fire. literally.” she pops open the candy wrapper. “it’s peach flavored, but it has a touch of spicy to it. you’ve got to try them out.”

Business at the 21st amendment was booming like always and the one thing Jessica tried to keep her focus on was the amount of drink orders she had gotten, trying her hardest to keep up with all of them. With one customer down, she shuffles over towards the next person who seemed to be signaling for her attention. “I’m sorry – what?” The brunette questions over the sound of music and the other surrounding voices, her body leaning closer to the patron who was speaking to her. 

                                it was TRAGIC. playing at bars into the scale climbing night always lead to slimy men crawling near lennon. the young woman hadn’t known how to get it across that she was a LESBIAN. and who were THEY to feel entitled to speak such sleazy flirtations when nothing but disgust was given in return ?? it was beyond her. ugh. help her. - and they ALWAYS wreaked of alcohol - booze just SEEPING from their pores. nothing LESS attractive. “ - hey. hi. yeah. can i PLEASE get a beer ... ”  a finger tapped against her chin. thought. “ no. something stronger. ” - after all, she was finished playing her set for the night, and SOMETHING had to give to relax her from these men. “ seriously. I don’t know how you do it... ”  lennon, leaning against the bar counter. “ the men here can be so GROSS. ” 

“What is that?” Judgmental eyebrows raised as she watched her lunch partners order arrive at the table. “You are not going to eat that horrid greasy thing, are you?” She looked at the burger, covered in sauces and bacon and bigger than anyone needed. She was sure it was two if not three servings worth of food, even before you added the side of fries that it came with. Her salad was set in front of her and she took a bite, focusing on her own food instead. “‘m just saying, it looks like lot. Not judging though.” But she was definitely a little bit judging.

                          coconut flakes. wheat. potato protein. lennon’s meal was HARDLY anything close to an asked for heart attack. it was nearly harmless. large portioned, yes. that was something, she herself, turned her nose up to - but truth be told - the girl COULD eat. “ cool your jets, my friend. it’s just an impossible burger. - and a boat load of fries .... jeeezzzz they are VERY generous here... ”  a laugh rolled off of her tongue and graced the air between them at the table. thank GOD it was still nice enough outside to sit and eat. lennon enjoyed her lunch much more with the warm air wisping gently through her hair. “ - it’s meat free. .. and seared to get crispy. ” a cheesy grin spread from her lips. 

Slowly and deliberately, Rasha put down the piece of charcoal and she wiped her hands on the wetwipes she always kept close by.  Her dark eyes glanced up to look at the other young woman and she gave her a small smile.  “Thank you.”  She said softly, underneath the table shifting the chair with her foot.  “You can sit, if you want.”  Rasha shrugged and looked down at her piece of art.  It wasn’t her best work by any means, but more of a mess of her dark past mixing with the present.  “I am usually not so…bitchy.  I apologize.”

                                   there was a lot of RESPECT held from the nearby wet wipes. lennon was one to be under-prepared in that clean category when it came to creating. the girl would wipe the charcoal across her face without a realization and walk around town looking like a chimney sweeper. - nodding, lennon accepted the invitation. it was gracious. growing up in the city, a lot of people were confined to their bubble. as she sat, lennon slid the worn kanken back pack off of her shoulder and set it at her feet. “ it’s all good.” a gentle smile, really, there was no need for apologizing. “ my eyes usually give people the ‘ fuck-off ‘ look, but really im a puppy.” she laughed at her ridiculous statement. “ i’m lennon. - don’t reveal to people that im a softy though, it might weaken my reputation. ”  - haha. 

Presley: sleep really is for the weak, but we do get weak without it

Presley: a little bit of both, my musical brain is usually more awake at this hour

Presley: [sends address] let's make rough demos?

Lennon: how can we win ??