Re: [Log: Gym-to-be, Marta and Holly]
Marta wondered sometimes what Holly's Sunny had been like. She knew that they didn't match up completely, but there was apparently enough of that other 'her' present for Holly to feel comfortable with her as a friend. Sometimes (if she started thinking about it too deeply) she felt a little guilty about that 'foot in the door' to a friendship, but most of the time she was just glad to be able to call him her friend.
Holly was obviously one of those people that was drier than dust, which made his quiet laugh that much more satisfying to hear. Her own laugh this time was more a snort as she shook her head. "Can't drive. But really? Minivan?" Her expression was every bit unimpressed when she looked up at him, but her eyes were bright with something warm behind them. "Next time I'll wear the vinyl micromini and fishnets for you." It was obviously a joke - she wasn't even sure she still had those clothes. If she did, they were tucked way down in some box or bag somewhere or caught between tshirts in her drawer.
She was glad that he seemed to like the lasagna - it had come from an Italian place just a bit outside of town that offered delivery that the oxygen bar and upstairs apartment just fell into. She hadn't tried it before, but the Yelp reviews had been pretty good. "That's why I got it all." Sure, they'd agreed on lunch with each other, but once she started ordering it'd just felt right to keep adding things to the list. "I'm sure you appreciate and compensate him more than enough," she teased, her nose actually wrinkling a tiny bit as she smiled across the table. And then her expression softened a little. "I know you guys are stupid over each other." That was definitely one thing that was obvious when talking to either one of them. "Just stop saying gutted. Makes this sound like..." she lifted one hand to gesture around at the building itself. "Open."
Marta knew that people thought the oxygen (and light!) bar was silly and frivolous. But there were enough people that came in from the Capital. She'd noticed that they skewed toward the lights in the winter and the oxygen in the summer, though there were enough of both year-round. And she was well-aware that Holly, of all people, was even less likely to be on board with it. She'd gotten the impression that anything that cost too much money without enough return would be scoffed at. She shook her head with a smile. "Derek runs. I just help." Because of course, that was how she saw it. She didn't comment on his thought about escaping because there was still too much of her mind that doubted that there was anything else out there for her, at least as far as respectable jobs went.
Her sandwich was suddenly particularly interesting once he started asking deeper questions. She picked at the crust for a second before taking a deep breath and holding it, exhaling so-slowly. "Clean is easier somedays. Sucks others. It's like a constant thing?" She glanced up at him, but not long enough to really catch his gaze. Such an interesting sandwich. "Nnnothing new with th-em." The hesitation in her words made her face twist into a scowl and a disgusted sound rattle in the back of her throat. "Ffuck," she whispered to herself.