unleashing holy hell.

“You always could, I don’t know how you do it” Esti laughed as she playfully batted away the finger Indya waved at her. Her little miss innocent act had always worked on her dad and Elias and the guys who worked for her dad but she had never been able to fool Indya. Feminine intuition she guessed. “So I heard but that’s not a new thing, I mean he was monagamous with me right?” She questioned suddenly curious before shaking her head. “No, don’t answer that. If he wasn’t then I never want to know because we just got to a good place and that would open a whole new can of worms that I don’t want or need right now” she admitted with a sigh needing to hold on to the tiny bit of confidence she had gained from Elias’ reassurances that he had loved her once. “Don’t pull that face” she giggled at the other’s gesture. “Don’t you think that would be nice? Having someone who just wanted to be with you and no one else?” She questioned genuinely because, deep down, it was all she really wanted. “I missed you too” brown eyes shone as she accepted the drink and clinked it against Indya’s. “To that” she nodded taking a gulp. “And vodka”

“You spend enough time with someone and you get to know them pretty well” Indya explains, and it’s true. She’s spent enough time with Esti and Elias to know them like the back of her hand, spent a lot of time observing them, as odd as that may sound. She rolls her eyes then,, when she can tell Esti starts to question Elias being faithful when they were together “Yeah, he was then too and it was still boring. Do you know how many origies he missed out on? The same amount he’s been missing out on now in the past few months” she makes another face at the very idea. But when she stops to really think about the question she can feel her cheeks heat up over the idea of herself being in a committed relationship. “Maybe” she finally says “with the right person” and if the looks she gives Esti is pointed, embarrassed, she doesn’t mean it to be. She doesn’t ever really mean to showcase her emotions. She finally takes a gulp of her drink, finishing it off and barely wincing at the burn down her throat. “To all of the vodka” she agrees, topping both of them off “so, how’s it feel to be back now? How’re things with your dad?” she asks, and she knows Raphael is a rough topic, for all three of them, in different ways, but she knows for Esti it’s the most. 

“So-we hooked up, right? He hit me up and wanted to chill-we did. But now, I think he wants more? And I’m just, like-no?” She said before laughing softly. “I’m so uncomfortable with it. Why can’t we just hook up? Leave it at that, y’know?” 

Indy’s eyebrows shot up, and then she rolled her eyes. Men could be so...needy sometimes. She had a handful who would text her after a hook up to hang out and she had made the executive decision to block them immediately. She knew where Maya was coming from “I suggest you cut him off, or he’s just going to keep wanting to make it more. I don’t know why everyone is so dead set on making things serious suddenly.”

“What was what all about?” Esti tried to feign innocence as she perched on a bar stool but she knew it was pointless. Indya saw everything that went on around here and, even if she didn’t, she could always tell when Esti was hiding something. “No we did not fuck!” she spluttered, a slight laugh of disbelief slipping over her lips. “That ship has well and truly sailed. Sailed and sank” she rolled her eyes slightly as she waited for her drink, having a feeling she would need it for this conversation.  “We just…needed to clear the air I guess and we did and although it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, I think we’re kind of okay now” she nodded. “We have to be. He’s family”

“Don’t pull that innocent act with me, I can see right past it” Indya tutted, waving a finger around to gesture at the innocent face she was attempting to pull.  She has known Esti for years, and despite the time she wasn’t around, Indya liked to think people didn’t change all that much. Esti hadn’t changed in too many ways, just like she hadn’t and Elias hadn’t. She was glad for that, and gladder when she learned that they were okay. Maybe they could get back to the way things were before all of it. “I’m not surprised, apparently he’s monogamous” she made a face, a roll of her eyes and sticking a finger in her mouth to mimic gagging. “But i’m glad you two made up. I missed having you around, Es.” She places a drink in front of her, and one in front of herself, lifting it to clink with the others “to...strange families, and renewed friendships?”

Against the flow of pedestrian traffic Edy took off down the sidewalk, the foil bags of her bounty of snacks crinkling in her overall pockets as she dodged yuppies and coeds alike, trying to keep the chilled 40 oz from slipping from her fingertips. Crossing the street she could still hear the bodega shopkeeper yelling after her from the door of his now ransacked establishment. She wanted to believe that she hadn’t meant to steal anything when she visited the store, but the moment she had began to meander down the florescent lit aisles her palms started to itch. 

As the voice calling for her began to fade Edy looked back to make sure she wasn’t being followed, but her feet hadn’t slowed down as every instinct in her body told her to not stop running until she reached the subway that would take her back to the Bronx. It was the split second loss of focus that set Edy’s course straight into an oblivious, or otherwise preoccupied bystander. Her delicate frame absorbed the impact leaving her to fall straight on her ass. Hands frantic to catch her fall had only met the ground where the newly broken 40 oz bottle laid in jagged pieces. Edy blinked a few times trying to regain focus as her gaze drifted across the ground around her, now filled with crushed snack cakes and hot chips that had been projected from her pockets on her way down.

“shit, fuck...” The curses escaped her lips no louder than a whisper as she pushed a tangled bundle of curls from her face. As she rose from the pavement she couldn’t help but allow her eyes to pan over the street, still paranoid; Always paranoid. “uh, shit… I’m sorry.” The apology fell from her lips in a docile admittance of guilt before her concentration had even found its way back to the stranger. Unable to meet the their eyes for more than a few heart beats Edy kept her sight on their collar bone, hoping they wouldn’t notice as she fought the urge to stare at their shoes. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to, yanno… Fuck up, and eat shit like that.”

She kind of hates taking the subway, but she knows it’s the most efficient way to get around this overcrowded city. She does tend to mind her own business when she’s on it though, ignores the cat calls usually, though sometimes she threatens men with knives, which she figures they deserve. She ignores the people who dance and sing and proselytize.  She keeps to herself and she expects most others to do the same. 

She knows it’s an accident because she can sometimes be a logical, normal human being. Except, she’s running on like one cup of coffee and no food, so when someone crashes into her, when she turns to look at them, she’s already got a death glare going on.  Until she realizes that it’s young girl...surrounded by snacks and....wasted alcohol. She sighs instead of bitching her out.  “I’m fine, are you okay?” Indya asks, though she’s not exactly sure she cares “and also, are you a twelve year old alcoholic or something?” she asks in reference to the strange combination of items on the ground.

“– It’s like I’m playing spot the difference, unbelievable..” Leonard gives what it felt like the 500th look at the papers spread all over the reception table, each one printed in different although extremely similar colour tones. His father had asked him to pick what he felt would look better, although his answer would be irrelevant as Leonard was sure the older Romano had already picked one himself. He had been staring at them all morning, getting increasingly frustrated with it. The amount of coffee running in his system did not help the nerves either, adding to that the hangover, he has started to consider that midday drink a while ago. “Fuck it. I need tequila.”

Indya could not have been less interested. Whatever he was picking out was pointless, and yet he was killing himself over it and she was bored with it all.  She would help him choose, of course, if she had any idea what was going on in the first place, but since she mostly tuned him out, she didn’t. “Just fucking pick one and get on with it so we can go have some fun” she finally said, exasperation in her voice. “I’ll give you all the tequila shots you want as long as we can get the fuck out of her and soon”.

Have you seen (INDYA DESAI) Around New York? They look a lot like (LESLEY ANN BRANDT) but I don’t think they’ve ever realised it! Some people say they are ( LOYAL AND FEARLESS) and (CYNICAL AND RECKLESS) But all we know for sure is that they are (33), (FEMALE, PANSEXUAL) and work as a (BARTENDER). I guess only time will tell but for now we’ll call them the (THE HELLCAT)