#two. interactions

“Oh my god, don’t even worry about it. I’m not gonna lie, I did get a little....worried. But that was really cool, what you did back there.” Lourdes knew a thing or two about coping mechanisms, and as far as she was concerned, Lexi’s rambling was kind of cute, to be honest. “You feelin’ alright now? C’mon, lets get some seafood. I’m strangely craving clam chowder, and I haven’t had that shit since...oh my god, I don’t even remember.” 

“Noah no, oh my god no! I’m telling you, it’s not worth it.” Lunch date with Noah had quickly turned into a round table discussion of sorts, and weirdly enough, Lourdes was actually listening instead of talking over the other man. Till he was talking about making a questionable decision, to which Lourdes, being the good friend she is, to put her foot down. “It’s not worth it.” She repeated her statement.

“Oh yeah...” Holding the baggie out for Lizzie to inspect, the smirk on Lourdes’s face promised so much mischief once they were high. Maybe she was seeking people to indulge her bad habits with, or maybe for once, she just wanted to hang out with her best friend and not worry about her physical aches. “Hmm, so what colour are we feeling tonight? Maybe a little pink treat as a Valentine’s present from me?” 

“Honestly like, everyone’s such a cunt about seating arrangements today, it’s been exhausting! Literally like, fuck you, I repeated myself five times, we don’t have seats for ten, by the sea, unless they wanna go to the balcony, like goddamnit!” Given that Lourdes worked here part time, she shouldn’t have been bitching as much. But she was mad at the organisation, and mad at her mother and it all just came boiling down. “Anyways darling, how are you doing behind the bar?”