Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

Brooklyn looked back from the window as her telling continued and within it she decided maybe it was time she at least try to play nice . Every day she spent plenty of time dealing with people she didnt respect or cared for about as much as a hang nail but she managed to be civil with each and every one of them down to the best of her sometimes waning ability, this woman had been doing readings for her friends for eight years now being an ass to her probably wasnt on card. She chuckled internally at the pun shed struck but kept up the poker face that didnt seem to be letting up any time soon. Brooklyn had a beautiful smile when it was twisted into a scowl or hidden behind her rueful grins, one that Jacquelyn said made her fall in love with her, Brooke always found it ironic, in little pity parties she threw for herself in private that it was her that seemed to do everything she could to kill that smile, kill it and make it stay dead. Listen to your heart , words like that always did well to make her cringe. She crushed the smoke in an ash tray between them and leaned forward in her seat, chin propped up on an apathetic palm. Heh to Brooke it was funny, a high priestess was a sexual figure in this twisted little deck of hers even funnier when she began to pander to her scepticism Gold star. It was true, Brooklyn wasnt spiritual what had god done for her lately that she should be giving him much regard? Sometimes Brooklyn found herself praying to a god of convenience, a god that provided parking spots and there to be lemon cake at Starbucks by the time she got there, she prayed to a god that kept people from getting caught in lies, helped them avoid the things they didnt want to do, kept them available for the things they didnt was apathetic to the scorn when it didnt work out. Brooklyn was about as spiritual as was convenient on any given day or about as spiritual as just saying Oh god, god please, holy fucking Christ , -in essence, she was too selfish and self-seeking to go believing in powers greater than herself. Brooklyn was as spiritual as society suggested someone be through common sayings, catch phrases and behaviors nothing more, no real faith, some very real resent because surely, if there was a god, how come she was so damn low? So, do you draw that card for everyone? Brooklyn chuckled midway through the description, leveling with Maitreya, just as shed suspected those broad strokes that could sum up everyone and anyone they certainly did her. The idea the deck might be stacked still hadnt come to mind, Brooklyn didnt know if it was if she went through all that effort or if she had a broad stroke for every card that could possibly be flipped, the all-knowing way she spoke about work however seemed to drum up a reaction more than just the smirks, scoffs and other boorishness Brooklyn had met the reading with. She resented the implication, it sounded far too much like Maitreya was assuming stuff unfair she told everyone work was fine, if she didnt like them it was great or fabulous, the wait Maitreya toned it implied she lied where the resent came from, that resent that said Maitreya was right no matter how hard pressed shed be to get Brooke admitting it. A long huff through her nose as she swished a mouth full of rum from one side of her cheek to the other, finally swallowed, feigning deep thought for something she could have answered easily at any time. Well, work is fine. Great even, she half-lied, A little hrmph, quiet. and trust me, theres no lacking in my sex life. Eyes narrowing, two half lies and reluctance to share more. Brooklyn wasnt about to brag about sex but she knew a one night stand was always just down the road and she did well enough for herself, as far as work went however, successful as it was panning out to be for her it was more than just quiet, it was beginning to feel as lonesome as every other piece of her life. Being in business for yourself, working out of home, it was great in so many ways but if home life wasnt so great how could working out of home be any better? As bothered as she was by everything shed responded to most of all she was bitter about the right person bit true though. Right about one thing though, I sure know how to pickem. Brooklyn agreed sardonically, tilting her head on her chin to look at Maitreya really look . Her envy started to shift inside, work toward something that looked a lot more like commandment or maybe admiration? respect at least and she really was rather attractive. What about you? oh hrmph sorry, I forgot. You ask the questions. She rolled her eyes and looked to the next card, once again less than impressed by what it may bring a little tug inside willing to listen though.