Thread: Going Down? (Traveler & Charlotte)

Someone had been fighting upstairs again. Those people were getting out of hand. A few times, Olive swore she heard things being broken? And under the stress that shed put herself under the last few hours she had to get the hell out of there. So out she went, figuring shed give herself a little walk outside to clear her head and rid herself of any of the smoke-smell Vanessa had blown on her clothes and hair. She was briefly reminded of her little walk with handsome-neighbor.. and then quickly reminded of how Vanessa had mentioned him to start the worrying all over again. She shook her head clear of the thoughts, stormed into the elevator, stomped out of the lobby and walked a few blocks away. And still she held opened doors, apologized if she bumped into people in her rage-fueled walk and made sure not to make trouble for anyone else like usual - she just did it all with a frown and pout. When she returned, all the stomping had been done and shed simmered to a manageable heat. The blonde had a little paper pouch with a few select gourmet cookies in one hand and in the other a frozen, overly-sweet overly-berry smoothie drink. It was a fuck it, Im eating whatever the hell I fucking want day and this was only the beginning. Olive took a bite from a cookie, using the pouch as a makeshift holder and then tucking it into her side and arm in order to open the door to the lobby. She rummaged through her pocket for her set of keys to get her mail, sighing absently as she chewed and unlocked the little slot. Cookie swallowed, followed by a sip of her drink, mail pulled out of the slot, elevator door opened.. she heard familiar clop-clop-clops of stiletto heels on the floor and ignored her instinct to grit her teeth. It couldnt be Vanessa. Mail slid into her bag, the little key turned and her slot locked again. Keys dropped back into her pocket. Clop clop clop. Plus nasally voice. Jacob! it had said, and the blondes brows pulled together. It couldn't be Vanessa.. She took the little pouch in her hand and took another bite out of cookie chocolate macadamia nut turning to make eye contact with.. Vanessa. Time froze for a second. Olive pulled her hand back down but the cookie remained in her mouth, her head tilting as the gears slowly, slowly worked in tandem. Vanessa.. and handsome neighbor, stood in the lobby. Tick, tick, tick.. went the gears. Handsome neighbor.. Vanessa.. Crystal blues switched from one face to the other. Over and over. Rapidly. His bitchy girlfriend who had a dated trollop as a coworker and fucked everything up.. Vanessa.. and Olive had spoken about her handsome neighbor in her presence, too.. What are you doing here?! Vanessa shrieked upon laying eyes on the poor woman, Olive looking like she was still unsure of how she even got there. Mmrphh! Olive said, the cookie snapping and tumbling down her front, slow-moving arms struggling to catch it as she furiously chewed and swallowed. What appeared to be a trivet was pitched right at her, and luckily she managed to duck out of the way. The only reason she was able to maneuver it was because the blonde was already in a frenzied panic and jittering about to save her cookies, otherwise she wouldve gotten clocked in the mouth. I live here! Olive shouted, scrambling to put her cookie back in its container and swallow enough of her smoothie to clear out her mouth and throat. There was gonna be a shout-off at the very least. Especially after the brunette had damn near taken her head off. But shed paused.. which scared Olive a lot more, really. Why was she stopped? Was she looking for another thing to throw at her? Or.. no. She was coming to the realization that the walk she went on with handsome-neighbor, the crush shed had on the guy in her apartment complex.. was Jacob.