The sweet sounds of Breathless Whispers

“Sure, I’m sure you’ll get some good material to work with, too,” Lila replied dryly and since their plates were full, they wandered over to some tables. “Facebook?” she repeated and wrinkled her nose. She wasn’t actually on facebook… “Yeah, that’s gonna be a problem. I’ll text you, then. I think that’s a platform we can get behind.” She plopped down in a chair and swayed, fabric getting stuck under her feet since she rarely wore dresses. She cursed under her breath and very ungracefully dropped her plate down on the table. Her social graces needed some work. 

“So cute,” Poppy repeated and smiled widely at her. She was so grateful that she had them, otherwise Bluebell would be entirely too close to being a hermit. That would be. Well, if she can’t ever afford a hotel, let me know. I have a bunch of roommates, but she could always crash on my couch, ya know?” she replied, chuckling. “But you’re so cute when you blush! How can I resist?” she sidled up next to her, putting her head on Bluebell’s shoulder, and batting her eyelashes at her. She was being a goof, flirting a bit, but only to be playful. 

Oh god. That smile of his was… wow. Okay, focus, Odette, and listen to what he is saying. What the fuck are you, fifteen again? Jesus. “Lost mentally, then, but not physically,” she chuckled, smiling. “Exactly. I’m not looking forward to the winter after this last one. It was…” she trailed off and shuddered at the memory. “Maybe? That could be it, I suppose.” Except it was not, she was certain of that much. “Me? Baseball? Oh lord no. I have never been athletically inclined… which I’m afraid has only gotten worse with age,” she remarked with a wry smile. “Yoga… is about the extent of it for me.” But she was very tempted to say yes, just picturing it, and… had to stop herself. Lord, she was becoming some sort of cougar. She should go. 

“I am, yes,” was Odette’s sarcastic retort. After he parked, she bunched up her dress in preparation for getting out. But before she opened the door, he spoke again and she glanced at him. “So, you’re saying you have a fair amount of dry spells? What do you do to cope with that?” she wondered aloud. She had plenty herself… and if they went on long enough… it sort of went to the back of her mind, since there was no one to do it with. That was always the times she was trying to avoid returning back to Stephen. “Ha ha. It’s too late. The damage has been done and the flattery now will get you nowhere.” She gave him a haughty look and then hoisted herself up and out of the car. She silently cursed the bastards who made this dress. 

Odette was pretty used to her hair being played with by now, since both Noelle and Angelica liked to do things with it. “True, but you can always learn. It’s really not as complex as you might think. Unless you were hoping to become some sort of chemist,” she chuckled, knowing that was not the case. “Nice to meet you, then, Ms. Bell. Mmhmm. I do. She is twelve years old and just… perfect.” She was exaggerating, in the way that all parents do. “Loved? Are your parents not still around?” she asked, brow furrowing slightly in concern. 

She still couldn’t place the voice right now so she decided to give up on that thought process for now. “The drinking option would be good but unfortunately it’s also not an option for me. Although I applaud you for at least working out a designated driver,” Alys commented with a smile. They could use a taxi sure but she knew that some people around her just didn’t like that option for some reason. “Mhmm a seating area would be nice. But as far as I’m aware yes some of the suites are available still which I guess is an option at least.”

“Well, I also have work in the early morning, and coming to a meeting still smelling of whiskey is bad work in my opinion.” He gave her a smile, even if it mostly just reached his lips. But he truly didn’t like to show up with the scent of whiskey all that much. “We could likely to out by the pool and sit down for a bit, escape the crowd in here if you’re not a crowd person?” He offered, hoping that’d be more fun for her at least.