#peyton.002

The French were nothing if not gossips. The men loved to say it was the women sitting around getting their hair and nails done ‘for a living’ that talked none stop, but the men were just as bad- worse in Lisette’s opinion. Because of these men, the Frenchwomen knew that something was off about one of the most adored dancers, Peyton. She had been sweet enough to her and her daughters when they first moved to London so to think she was unwell did not sit right with Lisette.

Location: New Bar in Town with @peyton-harrow Time: 2300 (11pm) 12th of June

Not one to typically go ‘out on the town’- Jessica felt very much out of her element. She had done her fair share of bar and clubs when she was in university but not much since then. Working so many hours a week made you grateful for peace and quiet when you were off your feet. However, with her and John on thin ice, Jessica was no longer living at the place she had called home. Mostly at Leyla’s, but also Henry’s and the on call room at the hospital had become her knew way of living. 

“ Okay, LOOK , ”  Sofía began, already darting around the room to organize the things she hadn’t had the chance to get to between classes.  It was ridiculous how much her things were piling up and realistically, the last thing she wanted was for the week to come to an end and her room to be a complete disaster. “ I’ll go out ONCE... but only if you give me like, at least twenty minutes to clear up this place.  It looks like a complete dump.  ---Ten for cleaning, ten for making myself not look like a disgusting hag, and I’ll be ready to go. ”  She explained; gathering a few of her books and throwing them mindlessly into a pile on her bed.  “ What do you plan on putting me through anyway?  Or is telling me not a part of the deal? ”