Faith, Trust, & Pixie Dust

Tanya Bellman on the roof of Fire and Ice.

we are not perfect, we'll learn from our mistakes and as long as it takes, i will prove my love to you i am not scared of the elements, i am underprepared but i am willing, and even better:

"Dancing isn’t anything to be ashamed of, I’m just glad you stopped. Tanya, why didn’t you tell me?"

"I dunno. It never really came up."

Oh; are you… are you leaving the club? Did you find other work elsewhere?

"Well, I'm not going to be dancing anymore. I might find a new job altogether. I'm not quite sure yet."

"That was beautiful! You should sing more often."

"Oh!"

"I am in a relationship. Go figure, right?"

"With who?!"

"Needs a bit of a kick, something for an aftertaste."

"Hmm... Maybe a splash of amaretto? Just for a little twinge of almond at the end."

"Whiskey’s too strong for me, Tanya. I’m a lightweight."

"Yes, but you love me anyways."

"They're wonderful."

"I’m fine. Just stressed out by life."

"Are you sure?"

"Working too hard or is something bothering you?"

"Both. Neither. I dunno."

It’s a plus; even if they do leave me covered with all this glitter crap.

I know what you mean. The stuff gets everywhere.

"I ain’t been out long, but I’m noticin’ that; that’s for sure."

"That's all?"

Oh. No one. It’s not a big deal.

Are you sure? You seem pretty upset.

I just…

Oh my God! Well, she's probably a bitch. You're better off without her, anyways. And--

"Alright. We can head to the cafe. I need to find someplace to wash off first. I don’t think they’d appreciate my appearance."

"Well, my apartment isn't too far. We could stop by there, I guess."