#preyeir

she must be making a face at her phone screen. and that's partially because she's squinting through her concussion at the too-small imessages text that she doesn't know how to change — partially because the words she can make out say something to the effect of sorry, pretty bird, gotta cancel tonight.

and really, even that's less about ollie canceling than it is about the fact that she'd shaved in anticipation of going out with ollie.

walking  away  from  the  other  woman  she  could  not  help  but  smile  behind  her  back.  an  intense  amount  of  focused  was  keeping  her  from  laughing.  “ what ?  do  you  really  have  a  perpetual  stick  up  your  ass ? “  concentration  broken  ,  selina  started  giggling.  “ c’mon !  it’s  funny ! you got schmutz all over you !  “  reigning  in  her  laughter  selina  stood  to  get  helena  a  wet  paper towel  for  her  face.   “in  our  line  of  work  i  thought  you’d  be  used  to  making  messes  or  is  it  the  humor  that’s  unfamiliar  to you ? “ 

“ well  helena  i’d  love  for  you  to  come  up  with  a  better  one.  “  sitting  back  down  on  her  bed  with  a  sigh,   selina  tore  off  a  piece  of  twizzler  and  popped  it  in  her  mouth.  nails  gently  scratched  miss   kitty’s  head  and  she  began  to  smile.   laying  back  on  the  bed  she  sighed ,  her  arms  splayed  out  like selina  were  on  the  cross.  eyes  soon  became  fixed  upon  her  neon  pink  sign  now  flashing  HELL  HERE.  it  became  clear  that  they  were  both  tired  and  beaten  down.  “  listen  we’ve  been  going  back  and  fourth  for  hours.  go  home  --- they’ll  still  be  scumbags  in  the  morning.  “