you don't know my name

“I know what you mean, it’s just easier to deal with people when you’ve got a buzz going on, especially with how extra they’re being today.” she took another drag from the joint before handing it back to her friend. “You mean like the Hawthorne’s?” she made a face, obviously jealous of their elite lifestyle. “Must be nice not having to worry about anything cause dad’s got it covered,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. 

The Hawthorne’s lived the kind of life Talia couldn’t help but envy. From her point of view, it seemed like the family had absolutely no cares in the world. Obviously that wasn’t the case, she knew every single person had problems whether they were extravagantly wealthy or not. But when it came to her own issues, Talia knew a lot of them could easily be fixed with more money. She sighed, nodding in agreement. “Imagine waking up without responsibilites or worries? I envy them.”

Dove’s intense anger died down as soon as she saw Talia, a beautiful, friendly face; finally! She walked over towards her friend and sat beside her. “You’re my actual savior, you know that?” she giggled and grabbed the joint from her, taking a nice long drag. “You always come prepared, I should learn from you.” As she let the smoke escape her lips, she laid her head lightly on her friend’s shoulder. “Why does life have to be so expensive, Tal? Why can’t we just walk out of here hand-in-hand and run away to, I don’t know… Cuba.”

“God, I can’t even begin to imagine trying to get through a shift without being at least a little stoned.” she made a face, even the thought bringing a funny feeling to her stomach. Most people underestimated just how rough waitressing could be, especially when most of their customers were overly privileged and unsatisfied with everything. Talia wrapped an arm around Dove and pulled her close, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Maybe in the next life, babe. Here’s hoping we’re reincarnated as incredibly wealthy sisters. Absolutely no cares in the world.”