Repose

[Locked to Sue]
Hello.

ETA: [Locked to Patrick G]
Has he told you 'I told you so' yet? Or waited for you to do so?

Who: Dahlia & Mars
What: Girls! and Pizza!
Where: Dahlia's gym
When: Recently
Warnings: None.


Pizza delivery had not been on the revenge bucket list for today's activities, but Mars wasn't going to turn down the ten dollar tip that'd been already been paid for along with the order placed online(paid for by one named D. Sokol). Besides, getting out of the pizza parlor and its attached apartment was bound to do her some good. On these good kind of days, she was a cranky waitress in the pizza parlor and on the bad days she was bed bound underneath blankets -- neither option allowed for very much sun or the recommended daily vitamin D, which she supposedly needed(if the old Hailsham doctors could be trusted for a goddamn thing). Mars wasn't entirely sure that the doctors could be, but she wasn't too proud to take advice, even if it came from silently-sworn enemies.

It was a good day for being outside actually, and Mars didn't get many of those. The town was beginning to warm up and in reponse, her bones were hurting less as the cold gave way to green. Warmth meant that Mars got to wear white shorts, lemonade sandals, and heart-shaped sunglasses with violet lenses. The entire look was very 'sherbert-colored rebirth of the ingenue'. Her tee shirt was aqua with capped babydoll sleeves and a fuzzy kitten's screamy face screen printed in the middle.

It probably wasn't surprising, but Mars had yet to even walk past the local gym. Before this delivery order had been placed, she hadn't known such a place existed. Revenge was understandably time consuming, and there weren't a lot of days off for small town sightseeing. Even if there had been time and days off from the raining-on-a-sister's-parade business, Mars would never have willingly spent her free time at a gym. Punching objects had to be the very last thing a brittle boned chick with insurmountable anger issues needed. Sure, it could have been therapeutic, but Mars was way more likely to seriously injure herself than conquer any of her deep-rooted issues. So, no. She had no reason to know where the gym was before this day, but she still found the place easily enough. Mars didn't know who the pie was supposed to go to, so she just pushed her way inside the door with her hip while juggling the large pizza box in one hand and her phone in the other. She figured that she could just hand it off to the first person she saw.

[Dylan M]

This is a note. Please check one box.
[ ] I am okay and not sad that P is on vacay
[X ] I need chips and beer
[ ] I am not okay and sad P is on vacay
[ ] Stop being weird, Dylan.

[Facility]
[There is suddenly a buttload of hotdog stuff in the breakroom. Hotdog jerky, pens shaped like hotdogs, hotdog flavored jellybeans, mini wienermobile toys, hotdog plushies and hotdog flavored soda.]

[From Sue, quite late.]

Hey, you were right. Guess what you win? Nothing. Grats!