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

Brooklyns eyes raised from her glass, the third of three shed been nursing for the passed twenty minutes the first two downed practically one gulp now, this, her third four finger rum and coke was practically turning to murky water with the ice melting faster than she cared to sip. Shed drawn several hearts on the polished counter top the struck through them with her cruel index, no bubbles or glistening of the condensation persisted on the bar top or her sweating glasss side, however the oil from her fingertips left behind unsightly smears of film in the relief of her weak little hearts omissions of guilt. The pathetic doodles, melting cubes, atmosphere, none of it was responsible for her piqued attention however. Bleary eyes, dulled by alcohol consumption swayed to find Maitreya and her name being said with a certain hasty concern. and she hadnt even told her it. Brooklyn looked less than impressed to see her, just like when shed flipped each of those cards, if not a little more bewildered, it was sort of surreal in a way shed spent the better half of an hour steeping in scorn for the tarot reader and here she was, the only of all those present at the party to actually check up on her and make sure she was okay, that had to say something about the state of her friendships that a complete stranger whod practically stepped on her throat was more concerned for her state than eight of her best, and only, friends in the world and one ex. A small hiccup jerked her chest, Hrmph, couldnt of been that hard. She croaked, rubbing her eyes before turning on the stool to face her a little better, still in shock, not entirely sure if this was actually happening let alone how to approach it all without making an ass of herself yet again, Im fine. She repeated, same tone, just like work fine. Brooklyn had a serious case of fine , her shrink used to say, f ucked i nside, n ice e xterior, she was pretty much on the money when shed labeled Brooklyn with it, but Brooklyn thought that was bullshit too and was just fine saying fine even though to the rest of the world it meant anything but just that, fine. Hrmph, fine. Her brows lowered and her lip with it, mouth agape, head shaking twice like she was trying to will sense into the woman, just noticing for the first time she wasnt in the ridiculous get up from before hell, she actually looked normal pretty normal, normal and also pretty. If Brooklyn wasnt so hung up on just how offended shed made her she might even consider buying her a drink, or taking the one offered. Fuck tha-at, shed tried to bark but all she could manage was a whine. You like lied and stuff. thats what you people do, you tell pretty little lies to make vulnerable people feel good about stuff thats not for us to know and and I pissed you off because I dont believe in the shit so you decided to start with one of your pretty little lies then turn it into something shed almost admitted, something that was sure to hurt her it had, but she wasnt about to admit that. You told the wrong lie, and now youre here to tell me stuff thats supposed to make me feel better, but not for my sake oh no its so you can sleep a little easier thinking you consoled someone you hurt in the first place. So no, thanks but no thanks, I dont accept your apology and I think Ive already drank enough for one night. Despite her words, she turned to her glass and took a big filthy gulp, one that subsequently made her hiss and shudder, realizing just how much her ice had melted making the rest of the drink taste terribly. On second thought, a drink would be nice. If its just about sleeping a little easier, you can take that as your professional duty not to fuck with any customers heads and call it a night. close enough. Her words were slightly slurred, most said with a bitter sort of pensiveness, they sounded rehearsed too each carefully picked in her head before she over annunciated to hide her intoxication and moreover her still salted wounds, sometimes Brooke couldnt help but be difficult Ill show you by hurting me, when what she really needed was to take the apology and that consoling she practically spat in the face of.