vivienne made sure to put the tubs of ice cream in the fridge, one for her and the other for lupe's roommate, thinking about how thoughtful the other brunette in the room always was. while she was listening to her faux sister, viv set up a snack tray with everything they just bought from the pit: gummy candies, chips, and the fresh popcorn that just finished in the microwave, plopped into a bowl.
"dante..." while viv didn't run into her neighbors much, she still tried to rack her brain for the few who had kids in the building, since she knew there weren't many. "the hunky man who keeps his door open from time to time, right? i could swear i've seen those kids on a different floor, too," she shrugged, setting the tray down, not trying to take the focus away from the other woman. "that's amazing, though, lupe! pretty soon you'll have a whole piano ensemble and can give us a little concert," a grin spread across her face as she uncorked a bottle of wine, pouring the contents into one cup, leaving the extra cup for lupe's vice. taking a sip, she continued, "are you indulging with me? because i can also make a mean mocktail." she hit play on the movie so that it could be in the background as they talked, sure that lupe had seen the very first movie of the franchise.
she walked back to the kitchen to see what was in her fridge. before yelling out the assortment of sodas, brands of sparkling and still water, and other juices, she was immediately thrown off by lupe's question. not that it was a secret who she was seeing, or that it even mattered because it wasn't (supposed to be) real. but the fact it was the sister she never had, paired with the sibling of someone she considered the love of her life, asking her this question? it caught her by surprise. vivienne cleared her throat before answering, "ah, yeah. taymour. seeing is generous terminology," she quipped. "something our publicists and managers came up with to promo our new movie. tomas knows about it."
her heart tugged a bit when she thought about her ex-husband in that moment, revealing this 'classified to the public' information out of... guilt? obligation? clarity? who knows? "what about you little sis? seeing someone?" the cold breeze from the fridge pulled her back to what she was originally doing. "โ or undecided, right now? like your drink choice: sprite, coke, ginger ale, and all the diet versions, sparkling water, or still water?"