OH , BLONDIE !

“Hey — cut the shit, alright? I’m not a kid. I don’t play games, and quite frankly, I am tired of trying to give an absolute fuck about people who continue to patronize me. You want to say something? Just say it.”

// Mollie returns Wednesday (her muse was low and I was too busy so i am sorry it wasn’t sooner) so pls hmu with plots. I’m excited to have my bby back.

Just wanted to say I had a belated Father's Day with my dad today so I'll be on tomorrow but it was fun!! 💖

“Sorry, were you meaning the chicken wings or the mozzarella sticks? I hope it was the chicken wings because there aren’t much of the mozzarella sticks left.” Her words were a little hard to understand considering the cheese stick she had between her teeth was pulled apart, the stringy cheese stretched and hanging on by thin threads to the piece held in her hand.

“Repairs? Your store is one of the only places left in tact. What on Earth would you need to fix?” Mollie crossed her arms, her eyebrow rising in challenge. “Your pride?”

Mollie had returned to the chaotic town with the sight of ghosts at every turn. They were present in the bags under people’s eyes, in the crumbles of businesses, in the tears that stain the cheeks of friends and relatives, and in the hunched shoulders the towns people have taken to. The dreary, negative energy was palpable and Mollie was absorbing it all. She had situated herself of the roof of Eden Inn, watching the town carry on after the tragedy as her mind raced. Her own ghost was haunting her. Theo Obelix. They had been close, and while he might not of called her a good friend Mollie on the other hand would. But he was gone and her best friend was in the hospital. She hadn’t been here to help so there she sat finally letting her guilt settle in her heart. “I’m sorry..” She breathed, brushing hair from her face as she fought away the tears that begun spilling over.