But first...lemme get some coffee Date: June 21, 2013 Time: 3:00pm Location: Various locations tailored to getting your girly on. Characters: Induma Belfort, Talia Thorne AND Marco Cross Description: Girl talk. No boys allowed....I lied, there's a man allowed. Status: Private, in-progress.
Life was sucking some serious dick for Induma at the present time.
The nice comfortable life that she had begun carving out had collapsed in on itself and buried her alive. She had a nice house, a fiance, a thriving career. But Richard “Bleeding Heart” Thorne had botched it all up by sticking his overly empathetic head up his workaholic ass. After the three years they had been together, marriage was the next step and when he proposed things just began to click into place. The Save the Dates had been sent, the florist had been booked. But nope, things couldn’t stay that way. In the midst of wedding magazines and invitations and unfinished seating charts, the stress induced mental breakdown that arouse went almost completely unnoticed by her fiance. She felt like she was doing this all on her own and for the most part she was.
That night an engagement ring was hurled at Richard’s face and a bag was packed. Indy knew that as long as he choose his job over her their relationship would never be able to be salvaged. So she said hello to her self respect and goodbye to her man and her house. Her parents house beckoned her until she could get her finances in order to actively search out her own place. She had told her self a week at most. Four weeks later, sticking hot pins into her eyes would have been a less painful alternative to spending another moment in Casa del Belfort.
At twenty-eight one would assume that a neurotic, medicated mother wouldn’t still be able to get under her skin. But oh, how she did. Mrs. Belfort was so taken about by her daughters fall from grace that she had to take three nerve pills and wash them down with a gin and tonic before she could even talk about it. The initial shock did not deter her from skimming through her Facebook to see which of her well off friends had sons that were on the market.
Indy didn’t want to date, Indy knew who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. But she was not going to play second fiddle to sterile instruments and surgical scrubs. Still, she was in need of a social life and thankfully Talia Throne provided that for her. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to be close friends with her ex’s cousin but Talia seemed to be on Induma’s side over the whole situation.
A girl’s day was overdue.
The booth at the coffee shop had thick cushions that reminded her of a bean bag chair. Indy shifted uncomfortably, biting on the straw that stuck out of her macchiato. “I mean, the man is 57!” She hissed around the plastic, “My mother is out of her mind.” Looking at Talia, she huffed angrily trying to convey just how annoying her mother’s latest suggestion had been. "What even is my life anymore?"