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

Beautiful, it was hard for Brooklyn to think of her as any less. Maitreya wasnt her type by a long shot, or at least, wasnt the sort of woman she generally went for specifically when she was looking in JJs. A very big chunk of JJs guests were young college and university girls, not to say Maitreya was too old for her just far from that sort of mindset. When Brooklyn wasnt sleeping with younger women generally she was sleeping with a woman who looked for them like her. Younger girls for the most part were easier to wrangle in, it seemed when women started to get around her age 28 they also started to get it in their heads they had to test others they were looking at for even just a quick fuck maybe based on the idea it could become more, hypothetical questions with heavy implication answers, curiosities that were supposed to tell them everything about a person over the course of an hour long chat, no real impulse remaining just the fear of being alone and the need for desires released fighting it Of course, Brooklyn was getting older herself, she didnt want to celebrate her 30th birthday in a college pub with somebody she didnt know, she had fears of dying alone and desires in need of release she just knew when you went around testing people they were always bound to let you down through interpretation if you had to test someone you might end up navigating a relationship with chances are that said enough on its own. Her dimples, laugh lines maybe, Brooklyns eyes fixated on them for a moment, the lips between, and then drifted back up to her eyes still calm and soothing even though it had been a while since Brooklyn forfeited that soothing effect they had down to a science. She was what her aunt Livy would affectionately refer to as an Old Soul , thats what Brooklyn saw at least. She was someone Brooklyn could see being good for her, good in her life ignoring all the card bullshit and the job she couldnt possibly respect. Brooklyn knew in her heart of hearts left to her own devices she shit the bed when it came to taking care of herself, of her emotional state, she knew she was too hard on herself, she knew she was too manic in her fears and anger, she knew it wasnt healthy her day to day dealings and behaviours she didnt want another Jacquelyn to scold and mother her through it somehow it seemed like those calm soothing eyes and endearing dimples would be better suited. There was relief in Maitreyas face and relief was what Brooklyn needed in her life it was easy to forget it was Maitreya wound her up so tight in the first place when she agreed to the drink and joked about thinking on the huffed curse twisting to a play on words oh so tempting. Brooklyn joined in on that sweet carefree laughter with dose of her own, Your loss, as I recall I have a great sexual ener-, hrmph, she paused for a moment as her hand was grasped, looking down on Maitreyas around it. Oh, doll youre cold. Brooklyn said with kneejerk concern, a remnant of days passed Brooklyn ran on hot as they said, her skin always warm to hot even if she was freezing, she couldnt remember how many cool days Jack would come into her dorm expecting to be warmed by her flesh alone shed always been happy to oblige of course. Here she was, nearly making jokes on all that bullshit that had-had her so worked barely an hour ago, life was tricky. She chuckled dully at the question that followed, recovering from her instinctual need to warm up cold pretty girls with a chaste drink from her glass, Ha, not exactly, Brooklyn started to explain, usually I dont get spat on till the morning after. Eye brow rising over the thick brim of her glasses as her eyes narrowed slightly, that was a flirtation, gave a good laugh after though And silk is for bedspreads and beautiful things this is just a place for college girls to get drunk at doll. This is where Jess, Stacy, Jack, Meg, -all of us met here or yknow ended up meeting here. just kinda feels homey. That was a very light synopsis of it all, leaving out the assets liabilities and real feelings the descriptions to them but it was about as honest as she was willing to get on that subject. Well leave the silk to beautiful things like you and that smile of yours, pleather, wood grain and felt are more my speed when it comes to getting a little tipsy. A little tipsy a little bit of a deflation from the reality of her condition, her own wry grin responding to that smile shed unwittingly, but not without wit - called beautiful. Beautiful, mysterious, either very nice or very interested which could mean the same things drunken thoughts easily carried away from the upset calibre they were only capable of not long ago and began swimming in a whimsical stream of fantasy, all revolving around that charm of hers. I dont mind you, peoples jobs and who they are dont have to be the same thing, -just keep your cards away from me and well be fine. She winked and turned to the bar for a thick gulp of her drink, still facing the mirror behind a stock of spirits she looked at Treya from the corner of her eye -and believe me, were plenty different. Ha, you dont need to humble yourself to comfort me I suck at laughing at myself and I do everything I can to deal with everything at once. Besides, I didnt put you up on some intimidating pedestal that needs lowered. Eh-heh. Youre just people, She slipped off the barstool after the final gulp of her drink one swallowed with a thick hiss and a shake of her head, they werent going down so easy anymore, making her mouth water and her head feel light. Cmon, I need a smoke.