Is that pasta?

Where : Genevieve’s apartment.

Genevieve and Lila have been spending an awful lot of time together and she really enjoyed the woman’s company. Not only was she drop dead gorgeous but she is also one of the most successful people in bear creek due to the fact that she owns her own restaurant. Gen had finished cleaning her place up and ordered a dozen roses for the other to be delivered to her place for when she arrived and picked up her phone and texted the other. “Hey gorgeous, you coming over tonight.”? She asked and hit send.

she ought to just go home. least, that's what she tells herself, sitting perched on the curb outside the bar, head between her knees. not cause she's drunk, no. after one rum and coke? she wasn't even close. but, cause a couple of her ex's friends showed up at the bar after tess finished that single rum and coke. and, the last thing tess needed was her ex getting a report that tess was spotted sitting alone at the bar, looking sorry as shit for herself.

was she? feeling sorry for herself? fuck, probably. she spent a lot of time doing that these days. but that wasn't the point. the point was that her ex didn't need to know she was. so, tess slunk out the front door ( hopefully ) without being noticed, and made camp on the front stoop.

not like she should be surprised they'd show up there. not really. it's not like tess got their favorite bar in the divorce. just the shop, and what was left of her dignity. the thought makes her laugh. a dry, choked noise that catches in her throat. "fuck, man," she mumbles to herself, and looks up. finally looks up. she reaches into the front pocket of her shirt to fish out the half-finished packed of american spirits tucked there, flips open the lid, and pulls out the lucky, sliding it between her lips. figures, she could use all the luck she could get right now.

she reaches back into the pocket then, fingers scissoring around for the lighter. and then, remembers: she'd lent her lighter to one of her clients at the shop earlier today. they'd never returned it. tess groans, cigarette still dangling from her lips. then, returns the cigarettes to their rightful place in her pocket, and stands.

"hey, 'scuse me," she turns just in time to catch someone walking by. going into the bar, or just passing by, it doesn't matter to her. what matters is the unlit cigarette clenched between her front teeth. "sorry to bother you, friend. but, uh, you got a light, maybe?" she thinks, she sounds a bit pathetic. maybe it's just in her head, but she can practically hear the scrunch between her eyebrows, and the twinkle ( or lack there of ) in her eyes that just screams, have pity on me, please! she grimaces at the thought, then quickly fixes her face, doing her best not to offend.

There were different drinks for different levels of annoyance. Lila wasn't sure what today's level was. In fact, she had no idea. Spotting someone on the street, she lifted her head, a smile flashing toward the person. "A light? Oh gosh, of course!" Rifling through her bag, you could practically hear the amount stuff she had in there. Maybe it was time for a clean out. "I've always got one. You never know when these older stoves are going to decide they don't want to light." Lila handed a bright pink and green lighter to her, the smile still resting right on her face. "Is everything okay? You look... I don't even know. I know I don't smoke unless something's really wrong."