#random starter?

She is randomly sending him pics of wedding dresses in hopes of some input. A last text follows.

Text to Mon Coeur: I just want a simple dress

Amelie pauses, the massive catalogue resting in her lap.

❝Tell me how our lives will be in five years from now.❞  

A low sigh left him as he took his backpack he brought along, opening it to get a bottle he had tucked away in it. Opening it so he can take a quick large swig then puts it back with a heaving huff, though it was cold plain vodka still was rather stout. He looked back to the flames with a frown, normally his friends would be with him but not tonight. He was all alone.

Keifer looked to his phone to check for new messages, but there was none. He slipped the device back into his pocket, resting his arms on his knees while minding the silence that surrounded him. Cold, dark, alone.. Maybe this is how his life was meant to be, but he knew that was wrong.

"Why must you be a coward.." He finally spoke to himself, "Ah.. Fuck it." He stated while pulling out the said bottle, turning it up and chugs half of the bottle. Soon coughing after he had stop from the stoutness, he would rather sit and drink than sit and smoke like most teens did.

Linkle was humming a lovely jaunty tune as she was cutting cooked cucco, making it into little pieces to be laid on sandwiches. No one knew how she managed to kill a cucco and survive, much less several... but it smelled very delicious! She even had fresh veggies to go on the sandwich.

    “Mama Cat, you can’t be serious. That sounded like something Roy’d come up with.”