“ Well , it’s always nice to be well informed of these things . “ She snickered at him and then got up and graciously took the beer from him . “ Thanks . I’m not much of a drinker . I’m actually surprised at myself that I’ve had more then one tonight . “ She chuckled even more . “ Hm ? A pink bike ? Oh god you are joking right ? “ Mills laughed some at this revelation he just bestowed onto her . Shaking her head some . “ No , I was never really into sports . My dad he had be practicing to play the piano every day when I was younger . I wasn’t really born with that kind of talent so practice makes perfect I suppose . I used to be a studio musician for my father . Until well you know I got another job . “ 

She continued on before taking a deep gulp of the beer . “ What about you ? When did you start playing the bass ? How did all that come about ? “ She asked him before she went to go and take a seat back on the bed and then moved both of her legs up on the bed and crossed them together . Hunching her body over as she felt more comfortable sitting like this as opposed to actually sitting like a ‘ lady ‘ or any of that garbage . Her mother had always tried to get her to act more proper as she put it . Which is funny because her mother was never a lady persay . She only ever fancied herself one because of her father .  Moving to hold the beer between her legs . 

“Oh! You were a studio musician...? What did you play?” Simon questioned, genuinely intrigued. There was certainly more to her than meets the eye, and he took note of the way she sat so comfortably and casually. It endeared her even more to him that she wasn’t trying to hide how she truly was, and he felt a flutter in his chest. It was refreshing to see.

“It does explain the mess, doesn’t it?” She gives a small giggle. Raising the pastry again, she takes a few more bites. “You should eat something too, Simon. It’ll help with the hangover.” Too drunk to stand, but not drunk enough to perform, she thought. It wasn’t something she was going to say out loud but she was sore and she was sure that it wasn’t because he’d drunkenly fallen on her or something like that. 

She felt like she needed to apologize, not wanting to make him feel bad either. They were both responsible for what had happened and she wanted to own it. “I’m just glad that we’re slowly remembering it and that we both enjoyed it.” She felt embarrassed for admitting it, but she felt right saying it at the same time. “What do you mean? You’re so charming… that much I can remember. I’m not saying it just because of your accent either.” The young woman insists, wiping her eyes with the same of her hand. “You’re right, but… I wouldn’t do that to you.” His eyes were so expressive, she wondered if he knew that. Much like her own, but a beautiful brown hue. It was endearing and was largely why her instincts told her that he was trustworthy. Sure, he probably had parts of his personality that weren’t the most likable but everyone did. Nobody was perfect. ”Besides, I should be the one saying that to you. I don’t exactly have a respectable reputation.” With a frown, she admits it and shrugs. “Everyone seems to think that I just dated Todd because he’s a musician and that’s not true. So if you don’t want nobody to know about us hooking up, I’ll understand.” Nodding, she continues to eat her pastry until she finishes it. “Some coffee, please.” The food cart was closer to him so she left him hand one of the cups to her.  

“It does...” Simon had a somewhat dreamy grin on his face, his eyes fixed on her and taking note of her mannerisms, her movements, her accent...the more time passed the more he realised that he was quite smitten with her. There was definitely a connection there, he could feel it. “Oh right, um...yeah, I should.” He snapped out of his trance and reached over to grab a pastry from the cart. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but at least it would help his throbbing headache. “Of course I enjoyed it!” Simon turned to Bebe again while he ate, perhaps sounding a little too enthusiastic... “It’s all gettin’ a bit clearer now...I can remember more...um, things.” He cleared his throat, feeling heat flood his cheeks. “Your accent is a lot nicer than mine though, I promise ya! It’s...really pretty, actually. I could listen to you talk all day! But um...thanks. I’m glad you think so. So um...what is it that you do, anyway? I mean, someone as beautiful as you has gotta be a model or somethin’, right?” He asked with a lopsided smile, knowing full well that she was but thought it would be more appropriate if she was the one to declare that information.

Simon watched with a look of sympathy in her eyes as she spoke of her reputation; he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea that he would lose interest, after all Simon wasn’t exactly a shining example himself. “N--no I didn’t mean it like that...I’m absolutely fine with people knowin’ about it, I just wanna make sure you’re okay with it. I don’t care ‘bout things like that...’bad reputation’ is usually just people’s shitty opinions. Ones they should keep to themselves.” Simon shrugged casually, and decided he was finally decent enough to get out of bed. He made tea for himself and coffee for Bebe, hoping she didn’t mind the fact that he was standing there in his boxers without a second thought.

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