#interaction;leah

Glancing around did nothing to fill in the blanks for her. Clothes were everywhere as were signs of their vices. Extracting herself from the web of sheets proved difficult as her coordination was just as lost as her memories. She wanted a Grey. When she was faced with seeking someone out she found herself in front of Fearne’s door. “Fearne....Fearne are you up?” Knocking hurt her ears and head but she didn’t want to just barge in. 

“Oh I don’t blame you. If I saw something like that happen to Agent Barton or Agent Morse I’d giggle too. Cute reminders we’re still human.” Her own laughter echoed in the near empty room at the air quotes. “I see. Pleasure to meet you Agent Newberry.” Glancing over her shoulder at the paper target then back to Agent Newberry. “Aside from that last throw it’s been good. Just trying to find that sweet spot.”

Leah was looking forward to her time with Edgar. Things had changed somewhat since their last discussion and she wanted to bring it to his attention but first they needed to not be here. In these walls where they could be easily found. Showing up to his door she was punctual as ever letting herself in with a hint of a smile. “Mon Amour. Are you feeling up to a walk in the Gardens this evening?”

The knock finally came and she sprung up from the bed, bare feet meeting carpet as she rushed to greet him. Her cheerful attitude from earlier had yet to wear off and she opened the door with a wide smile,”Hi Mon Amour. I’ve been expecting you.”

Leah was doing her best to appear indifferent though there was a fire in her eyes as she moved to open the door. One would assume the twins would be on their best behavior when a partner was coming over but she had fought the bottle all day and her perfume was buried underneath the smell of alcohol. Fighting the bottle meant her insecurities were skyrocketing though she greeted Edgar with a neutral expression,”Mon Amour. Right on time. Good flight?” Words bunched up on her tongue as though all she needed was an audience for all of her emotions but he deserved a chance. He deserved to relax for a moment. That’s what she tried to hold on to as she followed him into the room. Only when she closed the door did she realize she hadn’t covered her tracks as much as she would have. Broken phone face up on the side table and empty bottles sticking out of the trash can with a freshly opened bottle on the coffee table. It was so much vodka.

Leah had been keeping Fearne at a distance a majority of the day. With long sleeved maxi dress and a skirt it covered most of the bruising. Still her girlfriend was in one of those moods where she couldn’t get enough. It was only when they got back to the bedroom did it really become a problem. That’s when her distancing turned almost skittish. If her scarf fell the wrong way or her sleeves were pushed up too high it’d be a problem. “I-I’m not feeling it tonight. Okay? Maybe tomorrow.” It was a lie. While these were healing Fearne would be lucky if she even saw her in her normal sleepwear. Betting getting in bed together? Not this time.

Now it was Saturday night and they were both free. A free night meant a mash up of take-out and generous amounts of chilled white wine. The sound of the doorbell had her springing to answer the door. She had been in charge of pizza and he was in charge of Chinese. Tossing the door open she let out a bright laugh as it wasn’t just the delivery guy in the hall but Orion was coming down the hall behind him. “My two favorite boys.” She greeted playfully as she pulled the money out of her pocket to pay. “Tips in there. Have a good night.” She got a nod in return before she had an arm full of pizza and was leading Orion into the apartment. “Tell me they had my teriyaki chicken.”

Leah was practically bouncing in her seat as she waited for the call to connect. She had made sure to let them both know to be there for the call. She’d even gone so far as to wake up in time so as to not disrupt them going to bed. When it finally connected she was greeted with Edgar’s face and she smiled at the sight of him. "Hi Amour. You look dashing as ever.” She beamed at him. There was supposed to be two of them. Yet Luca seemed absent. “Where’s our husband? Or my idiot brother. Whatever gets him here faster.” She joked as she shifted in her seat. It was a toss up of him just getting ready for bed in the other part of the room or messing around downstairs somewhere.