CJ’s eyes lit up at the mention of ice-cream, and she scuttled over to the area to make her selection before returning, bowl in hand, and wide smile still on her face as she sat down and dug in; it was the perfect way to finish the meal and she had never felt so full! She wished she could come every day! There were certainly enough items on the menu to keep someone from getting bored if they did come so frequently, she was sure. And CJ wasn’t a particularly fussy eater, even if she did have a few things she refused to eat after trying them once. Like bananas.
“Yeah, but not until eleven or so,” she replied, waving her spoon absently in a so-so gesture. She had no idea what he meant by a food coma, and had no idea what it would do to her, but figured if worst came to worst, she’d just not go out to work the streets that night. She needed the cash, especially since she was almost out of V, and she tended to use the drug to amp her up for a night of work; some clients definitely needed her to be high on the drug for her to be any good at her job! If they all looked like Nocturne her job would be so much easier…
When Nocturne took her hand outside, CJ was surprised but not unhappy; she moved to walk a bit closer to him, their upper arms brushing occasionally. She was glad they’d met up again, and from the comments he’d dropped during their time together that evening she knew he was interested in catching up again. Though still a little wary, CJ couldn’t deny that she’d enjoy adding Nocturne to her very limited roster of friends. She enjoyed what their blooming friendship promised.
Climbing into the Jeep, CJ glanced into the back seat to make sure her bags were still there – they were – and then looked back as Nocturne was suddenly handing his phone to her. She took it, and looked down dumbly at the page to add a new contact. Her lips quirked at the name input of Skittles, but she shook her head, looking visibly distressed. “I don’t have a phone,” she said, biting her bottom lip and begging him with her eyes to believe her. “I… I can give you my friend’s number? He has a phone, and he usually knows where to find me.” Even when she didn’t want to be found, which could be irritating.
“Um, can you take me to –” she rattled off Mal’s address, not wanting Nocturne to take her to the highly questionable area of downtown where the condemned building she called home was situated. She hadn’t seen her oldest friend in a while, anyway, and as she chewed on her bottom lip – still holding Nocturne’s phone – she wondered if Mal would be able to help her get her own phone, so she could give Nocturne an actual number. She’d never needed a phone before, though Mal had told her she should get one; she’d just rolled her eyes at him, now she wished she’d listened.
“Yeah, but not until eleven or so,” she replied, waving her spoon absently in a so-so gesture. She had no idea what he meant by a food coma, and had no idea what it would do to her, but figured if worst came to worst, she’d just not go out to work the streets that night. She needed the cash, especially since she was almost out of V, and she tended to use the drug to amp her up for a night of work; some clients definitely needed her to be high on the drug for her to be any good at her job! If they all looked like Nocturne her job would be so much easier…
When Nocturne took her hand outside, CJ was surprised but not unhappy; she moved to walk a bit closer to him, their upper arms brushing occasionally. She was glad they’d met up again, and from the comments he’d dropped during their time together that evening she knew he was interested in catching up again. Though still a little wary, CJ couldn’t deny that she’d enjoy adding Nocturne to her very limited roster of friends. She enjoyed what their blooming friendship promised.
Climbing into the Jeep, CJ glanced into the back seat to make sure her bags were still there – they were – and then looked back as Nocturne was suddenly handing his phone to her. She took it, and looked down dumbly at the page to add a new contact. Her lips quirked at the name input of Skittles, but she shook her head, looking visibly distressed. “I don’t have a phone,” she said, biting her bottom lip and begging him with her eyes to believe her. “I… I can give you my friend’s number? He has a phone, and he usually knows where to find me.” Even when she didn’t want to be found, which could be irritating.
“Um, can you take me to –” she rattled off Mal’s address, not wanting Nocturne to take her to the highly questionable area of downtown where the condemned building she called home was situated. She hadn’t seen her oldest friend in a while, anyway, and as she chewed on her bottom lip – still holding Nocturne’s phone – she wondered if Mal would be able to help her get her own phone, so she could give Nocturne an actual number. She’d never needed a phone before, though Mal had told her she should get one; she’d just rolled her eyes at him, now she wished she’d listened.
