#nattina

@simba-lyons @attina-the-responsible

Nala was having a girl’s night.

She needed it– desperately. What better way to stave off the creeping feeling that her relationship of over a year was doomed, eh? Nala had done her best to cope in healthy ways, from early morning yoga classes, to switching out her morning coffees to teas, and to focusing on her friendships. But none of those things really fixed anything. None of those things calmed the itch in her belly, the worry clawing in the back of her throat, the dread that she should probably be breaking up with Adam, and she just wasn’t because– well– because– she loved him.

She needed a pow-wow, a pitcher of sangria, and-- well, her best mates guiding her toward something. Even if that something was blowing off steam for a night, or commiserating with everyone else’s woes.

And so Girl’s Night at Nala’s place resumed. She baked fresh chocolate chip cookies with Tina and prepared a ton of sangria and frozen margaritas and had face masks and movies and gossip magazines and her Girl Power playlist queued up and just about everything that a girl on a Girl’s Night could need!

Also, Simba was there. Poor bloke needed it too.

“Alright whooooo wants sangria and whoooo wants a frozen margarita! Orders in now, because once my butt hits that couch I am not getting up again!” cooed Nala from the kitchen.

@nala-calame

Nala and Tina had not hung out in FOR. EVER. At least, that was what Nala had texted Attina earlier today. And it was true.

True and Attina’s fault completely. For two weeks, her phone had been completely turned off. The only contact she’d had with the outside world had been her sisters and Daddy and Benjamin. And one late night surprise from Mr. Rob Gardener. 

It had been almost two months, though, and Attina had begun coming out of her shell more and more. It was a slow process. It took lots of coaxing from her sisters (and Percy, bless him.) But she was becoming a normal human being again. Or, well, mermaid being. 

Which meant--margarita nights with Nala. 

She had requested that it be just them. Attina wasn’t ready for the whole crew to come around, though she did miss them. Tiegan had brought her over a dish of food and even Oliver had brought her a baked ziti. Everyone was acting like someone had died. 

The only thing that had died was Attina’s pride.

She was armed with a whole bottle of tequila and margarita mix. Also, ice cream. And bread. Because the store had just baked a few fresh loafs of French bread when she’d been in the store and it had smelled absolutely delicious. She had to knock with her foot when she reached Nala’s apartment and when the door opened, she smiled wide.

“Hey! I would’ve just come in but--” she lifted her full hands. “Let me put these down, and I’ll give you a proper hug!” 

Attina squeezed past Nala and scurried down the hall toward the kitchen, plopping the bags on the counter and whirling around towards her friend, practically skipping into her arms.