Evie Abbot

Quickly, Leo fell quiet, the sudden and satisfied smile taking over the calm of his face.  She was leaving a trail of the warm color and he didn’t have the slightest issue. “Mmm hmm, got it.  Where else again?” His words were relaxed, feeling the welcome tingles of his body- half perc, half her, reaching to grab her ass just as she was leaning over him.  She’d found it, of course, but he was far too distracted with other things to immediately remember his plan, trying to tug Evie back instead. 

“Then I do hope you can keep up.” Her heeled toe pushing the chair out across from her. “I don’t do homework. Can’t pay me enough.” 

Evie blinked back at the open seat. “Seriously,” she questioned, looking up at her. “How much is more than enough?”

Turning the sketchbook over, Charles allowed her to see what it was he’d been working on for the duration of time he’d been sat in the cafe. “Just some stupid doodle.” He explained, looking down at the portrait with a roll of his eyes. “Well, here I thought you’d come to see me.” He sighed with a grin, reaching over and grabbed one of the cheese covered fries.

“Gonna add this one to the collection too,” she asked, one hand gesturing towards his neck in reference to the ink on his body. She pulled her shake close, lifting her legs to the other end of the booth, where he sat, and crossing her legs over the seat. Evie took a sip of her shake, pulling out the cherry and popping it into her mouth. She pulled it off by its stem and tossed it aside. “Didn’t say it couldn’t have been. Plenty of burger joints in the city, but here we are.”

“He smokes too much,” Bertie objected, his tone dismissive, “It’ll never last.” The male stretched, reaching for his jacket; tossing it over broad shoulders in an easy motion. “If we end up in some sticky dive bar, I’m ubering back home without you. I need at least two drinks in me before I touch vinyl booths, Abbot.”

“You think he’ll last at anything the way he goes,” she asked, selfishly thinking of herself. Leo and her were the same in that regard; they did too much of the wrong things and it was bound to catch up to them at some point. Bertie pulled her out of her thoughts when he spoke again. “Live a little, Bertie. You’ll never see the world with eyes half shut, but fine,” she said with a small sigh. “We’ll start off somewhere better.”

“Material goods to heal all those existential woes rocking our worlds, right?” 

“Love things and use people. Isn’t that how it goes,” Evie said with a mischievous grin. She shook her head when they slipped from the inside of the lobby towards the city grounds. “Fuck an Uber. Let’s take a walk.” 

Beckett scoffed at her accusation though followed the girl regardless. He had been called worse. “Don’t act like you won’t drinking right beside me, love. I know what that tongue of yours has a taste for, besides me.”

Evie laughed, turning around. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. My tongue only has a taste for you,” she said with feigned innocence, tugging on his shirt as she pulled him in a kiss. She could still taste the scotch on his tongue. It didn’t last more than a moment when she pulled forward, tugging them towards the elevator of her building. “What are you feeling, Beckett,” she asked once the elevator doors closed. “High or low?”

“No, have you? ─Wait don’t answer that, of course you have.” She was no stranger to Evie’s antics, often envied her for her ability to just do as she pleased. “Now house parties I have crashed before, you thinking west or east? ”

“Hold on. If you’ve crashed a house party and not a wedding, we should definitely be heading to a wedding,” she said. “It’s fun. You show up, eat their food, cross stories about being from the grooms side and then the bride. Make up wild extravagant adventures that never happen and then run out when you’re discovered.”

“Chips and dip, hm? Alright…Well, I’m not too sure on what qualifies as ‘stoner food’, but I’ll try my best! M-Maybe you should come with me. I wouldn’t want to ruin your party.”

“What, you never been high,” she asked, lifting a brow, but stood regardless. “Let’s hit the store,” she agreed with a nod, grabbing her coat. 

Irene laughed at Evie’s response. “Alright, sure!” She exclaimed as she picked up her glass and took a sip of her water. “In fact, there’s one in a few weeks… you know, my birthday party. And you’re invited for sure!”

“I didn’t forget,” Evie insisted. “Spoiler alert, I’m buying you a pony,” she announced. “Show up to your dinner party in style.”

Leo was watching her, eyes wide and excited, foot already tapping with a twitch against the air. His chin dug into her shoulder as he leaned in for a better view of her phone. “Top Standard?” He tested the name on his tongue then nodded, “Yeah alright, sounds like the kinda place that could use a lift.” Reaching for his own phone, he opened Instagram. “Wait-where’s your lipstick?”

Evie blinked, pausing in thought. “On my lips,” she said, a smile spreading across her lips. She leaned in closer. “Could be here too,” she muttered, leaving a lip print on his neck. “Or here,” she went on, moving lower.  Her bag caught her eye then. Her arms reached outward, her body half on top of him as she reached for her purse instead. “Or in here,” she said, dumping out the contents onto his bed before finding a tube to present to him. 

“I would be the math tutor.” Margo motioned to the person looking lost in the library. She’d let them wonder around for a bit but grew bored of the pacing. 

“Finally,” Evie said, placing the sheets down in front of her. “I need this done by Thursday.”

“Never have I ever,” he paused on the word, drawing it out with drama as he swallowed the remaining percocet. “ever let a woman party on her own.” He borrowed her own drink, clear and deadly, to help the dry swallow along then grinned at her with an almost childlike innocence. “Who gets to come to this shindig, Abbott?”

“The entire fucking world,” Evie said, shaking her head. “You know what, fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck the party planning,” she said, lifting her phone. “We’re taking over... here,” she said, her hand sliding over a list of clubs and stopping unpredictably at one. She turned it around to show Leo. She didn’t care if it was closed; it would be open for her. “Our theme tonight. Put it on blast,” she said, opening Twitter. 

“God yes, cheese makes everything better.” He agreed, picking up a few fries himself and dipped them into the mayo on the side of his plate while watching her order. “Honestly, I’ve not got a clue, I’ve just had spotify on shuffle while I’ve been drawing so I haven’t paid much attention.” He admitted, giving her a shrug with a guilty smile on his lips. “What brings you here? Miss me too much?”

“Whatcha working on then,” she asked, her eyes following her pursuit, gesturing towards the sketchbook. When the attention was back on her though, Evie only reached for another fry. “Munchies. But you’re not too bad company yourself,” she teased, sitting up when her food arrived. Evie clasped her hands together. “Ugh cheese,” she moaned, lifting a drenched fry up to her lips. 

Irene let out a laugh once she swallowed her bite. “You should come with me to one of our dinner parties. I’ll introduce you to my family and maybe hook you up with some hot and rich guys with political influence.” She winked, knowing that Evie would agree to that.

Evie grinned at Irene’s suggestions. “Now that sounds like so much more fun,” she agreed. “And you can introduce me to these so-called married brothers of yours. And I promise, I won’t actively try to sleep with them,” she said, lifting her hands to show they weren’t crossed. 

“Anything you need. Food and such…I don’t really know, I’m not one to usually attend parties to be completely honest.” He shrugged.”But I’m good at following directions!”

“Food! Oh shit, I forgot about food,” she admitted. Most of the time, she never really went for the food, always too fucked up to remember to eat. “Something stoner approved. Chips, dip, you get the deal.”