she's as clever as the devil

“You’re right! And flipping out at him isn’t gonna solve shit! Take it from the angriest person in Lakewood, anger doesn’t solve shit. It just causes more problems.” Robin reasoned. “Look…You wanna do something about it? Call the fucking cops. Get him arrested, get him punished, but you attacking him… That just gives him reasons to call the cops on you, like assault. Trust me, Sara. He’s not worth it.” They continued, bringing their lips close to her ear. “Plus… We’re in public, and if you’re gonna beat the shit out of someone, everyone knows you take ‘em to a back alley. I’ll stick around here, wait until he leaves and I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone ever again.” They whispered, patting her back and pulling away. 

        Watching Robin, and listening to the words that got whispered against her hairline, it made her skin goosebump down her arms. Strangely due to the contact, but also strangely due to the fact Robin was ready to give this person a real beating that Sara wouldn’t be able to, even though she wished she could. Staring something aggressive at them, Sara took a moment before speaking again. “Can I trust you to promise me that?”

“I know…” To be honest, Liam didn’t know much of anything, but there wasn’t any point to that right now. He let a breath go, glancing between the pair, and then to Kaylee’s room a moment. “He’ll get what’s coming to him,” he added.

Sam took a step back, keeping a watchful eye on the woman. Was this what  Rowan had to deal with every day? “Then ask him to meet you outside so you can punch him to death, but not here. The only thing you’re going to gain by acting like this is getting security to escort you out.”

While Sara may not have been physically frightening, she certainly was verbally. Kieren was quick to step back, giving Sara room in case she decided to turn on him next. “I’m not trying to manage you, Sara, I’m trying to keep you from hurting yourself, or I don’t know, getting thrown out of here.” Kieren said, looking past Sara at the nurses station where several nurses were watching them with admonishing eyes. “You’re right, you don’t, I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but this isn’t going to help.”

“I’m not defending him. If anything, the only one I’m defending here is Kaylee.” He paused, jaw flexing when he gritted his teeth and looked up at Mason, jerking his head to the side to indirectly ask him to go. “I am mad, Sara, but I don’t know what happened! All I know is she’s not gonna want to wake up to this! So just… fuck— I hate hospitals, can we just leave already? There’s nothing we can do right now, and you don’t need to be here for this, okay? Let’s just get out of here— let’s just go.”

       “Yeah right.” Sara scoffed, turning her face away irritably, hearing him speak and wishing he’d stop. Just stop. The noise was grinding her gears and she just wanted all of it to stop. “You don’t fucking know what she’d want, okay, so don’t pretend like you do.” She snapped at Tristan, looking back at him. “And I don’t care what you hate, I’m not leaving her. So if it bothers you so much, how about you just go?”

“With that design and its size and detail, I would say the price would be around $200 if you go with black and grey, but about $230 with color. What were you thinking?

        "No color --- I’m not that trashy. Just the outline works for me.” Sara quips at the guy, clearly showing off the tattoos she already has. A hamsa hand in the center of her back, a lotus flower on her arm, then a few extras under her clothes that weren’t available to the eye right now. “Does Marco still work here? He usually does all my ink.”

Ade glanced up from the book he was reading, his gaze shifting to the person hovering over his table. He’d been sat in rePUBLIC for the last hour or so, trying to unwind before he headed home – today’s school run had been particularly horrible. “If you want to sit down, you can just ask, you know,” he commented, light smile on his features. “I don’t bite.”

        “Shame. You could give your teeth a good work out.” Sara quips before sitting down on the stool, plopping her bag on the counter and lifting her Irish espresso cocktail to her lips. “I’m not really the ask for permission type. But thanks.”

“No- I’m fine. Just fine.” Sophie mumbled to the person beside her. “I’m drunk, I lost my keys, and somehow I thought it would be a good decision to move back to the one place I swore never to return to. Thank you for asking though.”

        “Been there.” Sara sighs, glancing at the girl. “Trust me, get yourself a Gatorade and some Aspirin, you’ll be good as new in the morning.”