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

Oh-my- God! Stacy cried in a shrill sort of yip across the kitchen as Brooklyn awkwardly stalked in. -Youre actually here, holy crap babe I didnt think youd make it! Brooke cringed at the graining calls of all her friends she was feeling more and more alienated from each passing milestone and bridge crossed without her. Brooklyn was doing well in life, in fact, she was probably more successful in her own right than most of her friends who shared in success with their partners same sex or opposite, she had a very nice loft with nice things, her own business and a project of hers mentioned in a Designedge Canada, an article on the way when she punched in an agreeable time with a journalist that had been leaving messages on her machine the past few weeks. Her success was something Brooklyn took at least a little pride in but after a failed relationship with a woman who didnt quite respect it enough and a chain of reoccurring one night stands with her it was difficult to be proud of something her investment managing ex referred to as fooling around on your computer . Yeah well, you better mix me a drink if you want me to stick around. She hummed back with a raised brow, arms crossing over her chest with a feigned attempt at a begrudging frown one that broke into more rueful a grin than anything. Well someone hasnt changed a bit, a voice pierced through the welcomes far more a cringe than the first playing on Brooklyns posture. Stacy didnt think youd show so, I figured I would instead. You dont mind of course? Icy eyes and perfect prose, cause for resent practically poured off the woman, the last woman in the world Brooklyn wanted to see. They were such profoundly obvious opposites, Brooklyn was in a pair of nice but not designer jeans and maroon felt wedges with a matching jacket, ample chest hugged by a white T-shirt that had a pink pantone swatch with white relief letters inside 1787PC like it were straight off the paint rack at a local hardware store. Her long chocolate tresses were straightened and vibrantly sheen, pulled tight at her forehead and tied into a simple pony tail. Casual, comfortable, a little flourish for her passion in the pantone swatch on her shirt and just enough tact in fashion she didnt look like a bum. Her polar opposite across the room however, a powerful clubby top that cascaded down her modest chest in many cream silk layers, black leather pants that hugged her perfectly toned thighs and behind, tall gaudy gold heels just like her gaudy gold bangles, earrings and chains all a testament to her held high wealth. Mm, and I wish I could say the same for you Jack. Brooklyn croaked back, trying to sound cool and condescending toward her ex-girlfriend, sounding much more like the thorn-pawed lion Jacquelyn had left her feeling like. Brooklyn took the chance to grab Stacy by the shoulder and steal her ear hissing at a whisper behind the music and laughter of all their mutual friends having a good time Whats she doing here Stacy? Uhm I thought you guys were fucking whats it matter? Jackies came every year since you started blowing us off. Stacy responded as if she were above reproach for what Brooklyn seemed to feel was a horrible crime against her. Yeah, well, not that its any of your business but were not anymore. Its all fire and brimstone between us right now. well fuck. Sorry? She asked rhetorically, Uhm so what, this going to be your excuse to get out of here? You havent even seen the nursery Brooklyn I dont think youve even been over at all since New Years Halloween was last week for fucks sakes. Stacy expressing how disappointed she was in her flaky friend, she had every right to be everybody was getting pretty disappointed in how flaky Brooklyn was becoming, how she was always so pessimistic and clearly envious of their relationships. You know Ive been busy with work, Youre always busy with something , Bee Just stick around, have a drink, youre late anyway so it wont be long before youre supposed to get your reading. Then you can just fuck off anyway. Okay? who knows, maybe shell say Jacks supposed to fall down a flight of stairs in front of you and you can save her and win her back or laugh at her or what the fuck ever just stick around. An attempt to appeal to any one of the emotions she may be feeling toward her ex, Just stay, we all miss you Bee. and then an appeal to the states of their floundering friendships across the board, after all, everybody in Stacy and Jessicas home this very moment had been close not eight years ago in College and some even before that. Before Brooklyn could answer Jess approached with her vice, four fingers of rum and one of coke just enough for colour between the ice cubes, no lemon, no lime. Smoke? Brooklyn smiled and took the rock glass taking a sip of sweet relief, Nah only after a few of these or a good lay since last month. Oh, so what youre still at a pack a day I assume? They both laughed and Brooklyns frustration was disarmed completely. Jackie was sent off for her reading and Brooklyn found herself amidst only friends and only mild annoyances. So began the gambit she always tried so hard to avoid. Her friends were like the pantone swatches she spent most her days consulting, she loved them all on their own it was when it came to mixing them that the troubles started. Some customers would request colours that didnt suit one and other, werent complimentary at all, trying to blend them and make it look great could be such a bother. Brooklyn liked to think of herself Process Black C she could go with anything, Stacy was like Hexichrome Magenta C vibrant and gaudy, perfect with Jessie Process Cyan , Jessie and her could be fun together, they would joke cynically and grunt over a smoke about this and that, Brooklyn with Stacy meant Brooklyn being cynical and Stacy trying to scold her out of it all three together was just a strange picking order she could never sort out. Yeah, Brooklyn was fine on her own, could go with just about anything but when it came to putting all the rainbow of her friends into one complimentary piece it got messy at best, more than just hard on the eyes. Jacquelyn had been her Pantone 129 C, a regal sort of gold to gild her darker edges as it turned out she always had to be the radiant sunshine that blinded, she didnt brighten her edges she obscured everything else. Brooklyn was never good enough, wasnt worth respecting, was always just fucking around, wouldnt go anywhere with her art , even after she bought her own loft, furnished it mostly started her own business and did well with it, to Jack it was still just the doodles shed drawn for her on the napkin in a night club trying to win herself a date. The not so vibrant rainbow had clashed long enough by the time Jacquelyn was all done with her reading, strutting out of the coffee room as Stacy called it, an earthen toned sunroom with a glass wall her and Jessie always shared their breakfast in looking out into the backyard. Well ladies, wait till you hear whats in store for me! she yipped triumphantly, apparently loving the news. Jessie leaned in to Brooklyn whispering, Ive never seen anyone so excited about Botox and a UTI, causing Brooklyn to nearly spit out her drink she choked so hard on her laughter. Thats why I love yah Jess always know how to cheer me up. With a powerful grin Bee found her feet and then her drink, following Stacys lead into the coffee room for her turn empowered by the jokes and cheers of her friends, how they felt about her finally getting a reading after all these years of turning them down. Her empowerment faded back down to the apathetic sort of dead pan expression she greeted the rest of life with when she settled on the love seat across from the dark skinned woman doing her reading. Just so you know now, no need to waste your breath dont really buy into any of this shit. Brooklyn made herself comfortable and leaned back in the chair, still not ready to stare her in the face, not till shed had another good gulp of her rum and coke. -no offense. Then, and only then did her chestnut brown orbs rise to find the woman across from hers. Mind if I smoke? a request she didnt wait on just acted, a sigh of relief following a white cone of smoke pouring from her lips once the cigarette was placed between and lit. Just about everything Brooklyn had done gave off a clear air of I dont give a shit, but behind those cold sceptical eyes lay vulnerability, lonesomeness maybe even a slow creeping sort of fear, that crippling fear, a fear of life and all the good things in it the fear that said You dont deserve it, dont bother trying.