beautifully me

To say that Nellie was surprised when she felt someone’s hand on her shoulder —- a bit of an unwanted feeling, but she’d prioritize the situation over her own discomfort —– would be an understatement. But Penelope pulled through and let a smile appear on her lips once she looked at the other, going along with the history they had concocted. “Don’t worry, babe,” she spoke before she looked at the boy again, tilting her head and just waiting for him to go. She could see the look of surprise on his face as he backed away —– he was discombobulated and it was obvious in every part of his features. Once he left, Nellie let out a long sigh. “Thank you for that.” She shook her head, letting out a semi-amused scoff. “Some people just don’t know when to step away.”

Shaw had tried to hover her hand over the other’s shoulder, not necessarily touching her, but enough to give the impression that the two were close to the man. Her hand quickly moved from Nellie’s shoulder as the male retreated from their icy stares. “How long has he just been sitting there?” she asked as she slid into the chair opposite the other, “I figured I’d should save you from having to do any jail time...he was probably about to go full nice guy on you. Scary.”

Luci paced behind the counter of Common Grounds. She needed to keep busy to keep her mind away from the million thoughts threatening to run rampant in her head, but she was done with the first batch of cupcakes for the morning shift and didn’t have any more room to put the spares. She was almost tempted to bake some and just take them to her friends. Luci was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear the jingle of the door or the approaching footsteps until a hand was waving in her face. Instantly she threw on a smile, “Oh hey, sorry I didn’t see you. I was lost in my thoughts.”

Shaw had been standing there for what seemed like an eternity calling out to Luci and waiving her hand in front of her, though it had only actually been a minute at most. “Hellooo?” she practically sung, a smile growing as Luci was snapped back to reality, “Welcome back to the land of the living. It’s ok...Having a rough week?”

The fight from the night before had taken enough out of him —- granted, he was there out of need and not because he wanted to (or maybe he did want to and just told himself it was because he needed it, just to make himself feel better about the person he’d become), but sometimes he had to wonder just how worth it the whole thing was. Even breathing hurt and he was sure there were a few ribs that just weren’t broken out of luck. He’d won but at what cost, really? It also didn’t help the bruises, the cuts on his lips and nose, and the pain all over that he’d run out of supplies to patch himself up with. So, that was the first thing he did once he woke up and managed to get ready and out of the house. He was coming out of the pharmacy when he bumped into someone —- and what would be normally painless became something that hurt all over, which caused him to let out a small groan and breathe out a curse word or two. He wasn’t in good shape. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he spoke, before looking at the person he’d bumped into. “You good?”

The bump wasn’t even enough to knock Shaw off balance, but the groan that escaped the other’s lips was enough to catch her off guard. Her hues looked up to lock with his, “Wow,” she mouthed, her eyes widening, “you look like crap.” Her brows furrowed up, “Did that happen last night?” her voice was a whisper, she hadn’t been at the fights the night prior due to having to cover someone else’s shift at the hospital.

Rian: there ya gooo

Rian: so hows ya day goin

shaw: I lied.....who were you meaning to send it to? lol

Tommy was minding his own business as he usually did, sat on one of the bar stools in the Alibi Room. He was there quite a lot, he found the slight dinginess of it more comfortable than the other bars around, and though he’d never turn down an invitation for a drink anywhere else, this was his usual haunt. His fingers were tracing the rim of his beer bottle when a small green object on the floor to his left caught his eye. He turned his head to look at it, and found it to be his lucky day since someone had dropped a $20 note on the floor and he had been the first to notice it. He swiftly leaned down to pick it up, catching the gaze of someone who had clearly caught him pretending that it was his. “You didn’t see that.” He said, placing the money on the bar in front of him. “Especially if it’s yours. Then you definitely didn’t see anything.”

“If it was mine,” she started, “I’d have definitely seen it..but it’s not mine. Looks like it’s yours.” Shaw offered a smile as she folded her hands up on the bar, “Might want to make sure it’s not one of those fake ones with the bible stuff printed on the other side before you get too excited.” It certainly wouldn’t be the first time someone fell victim to it, Shaw herself had once some time ago. “What are you going to buy with your winnings?”

Penelope was two seconds away from using her laptop to hit the face of the guy that was speaking to her. The world clearly thought she still had a shred of patience left after a busy week at work, a less than stellar situation with her sanity and a noisy neighbor; now she was dealing with a sexist parade of lame pick-up lines in the making —- as if she hadn’t heard him make a bet and call her a ‘sure thing’ just seconds before, to his buddies, standing not so far away. After ignoring the boy for far too long, Penelope finally looked up at him in both frustration and anger. “You have exactly three seconds to get up and leave me alone before your dick meets my very hot coffee.” Her stare could melt steel and now all she had to do was impatiently wait for the boy to either smarten up or stay put. 

“Hey baby,” Shaw muttered out as she place her hand on the girl’s shoulder, her icy blue hues looked over at the troublesome guy, “Sorry I’m late..” The look on Shaw’s face practically mirrored the one on Nellie’s. Opening up her eyes wider, and quirking her eyebrows up she growled at the man, “Did you need something? Or do you want to...I don’t know...fuck off.”

Rian: https://66.media.tumblr.com/86b88de1fd4158bc5795c6384551fcf6/c5545e6d4537884c-a3/s640x960/1117aed5ebd1cefa3aa7de74662459d166291ad8.jpg

Rian: wroNG PERSON

Rian: lets ignore that

Shaw: How do you expect me to ignore that