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Vee (sobeit) wrote in containmentrp,
@ 2015-01-15 14:23:00

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2215-01-09, hespe, jane

Late for the party
Who: Hespe and Jane
When: evening,
Where: The Worlds Ends Pub
Why: Friends being friends.

“Go.” Was the green light Jane got at 11 PM from Adam Weyland, King of the grill. The restaurant was quieting. Orders were slowing. People were moving on to bars, very much like Jane wanted to do.

Adam got no argument from her. Not this time. “Thanks!” she said, pecking her dad's cheek before she made a run for it, up to her room. In the scarf decked lamplight she threw on something that didn’t smell like Mega-Onion Rings and pretty much jogged over to the bar where she hoped that things were still swinging. Maybe she could make a plea for her particular clothes drive if Mr. Richy-Rich and the starlet were still entertaining the folks with their sing songs.

It's all for a good cause Mister. I swear

OH, and to meet Hespe too. Of course that. They’d spoken briefly when the Redhead came in for lunch. It was 11:34 when she burst into the bar dragging the cold weather in with her. A few faces looked up. Not many. Obviously she had missed the grand spectacle. You know what? She was alright with that. By the out of tune song playing, Karaoke was still going but it had inevitably gotten to that point in the night where someone was doing their whiskey coated version of “I Did It My Way”.

A quick glance around and she didn’t spot Hespe right away, so she went up to the sign-ups, asked how many until she’d go on. When she got a reasonable answer she pulled the big book over and found the song she wanted. Then handed the slip over with all the relevant information.

After THAT, then she was looking for her friend and it didn’t take too long to spot her. “Hey!” she called over, tucked her restaurant frazzled blond behind her ears and took a seat in the booth the same time she was shrugging off her coat. “Sorry it took me so long.” It was an earnest apology. Restaurant hours were murder, especially on weekends. A quick glance around for Knox, then for Theo. “I take it the party’s over.” She said, and caught the eye of the waiter.

“Do you need a refill?” she asked and waved the guy over and then finally, finally she took a deep breath, settled into her seat and said, “How are you?”

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hespe
2015-01-22 02:26 am UTC (link)

A cake seemed downright extravagant, considering the kind of plain, no-nonsense fare she and her mother usually ate. Hespe felt herself growing excited despite herself, mostly because she could not imagine her mom's reaction to such a gesture of celebration. Her feelings of excitement were somewhat dampened by guilt, though. Hespe paused and tried to think, tried to remember the last time her mother had sweets (or commented on them) or expressed a favourite at all. Growing up, they hadn't really done birthdays. Her mom always made a point to acknowledge it, and to do something small and special for her-- like purchasing a new set of crayons, braiding her hair special, or taking her to the corner store to buy a piece of candy. Her father didn't believe that spoiling children did any good, and he was of the opinion that birthday celebrations were a waste of finite resources.

"I don't know what her favourite is," she admitted. Confessing to Jane that neither she nor her mother had ever had a birthday cake felt like the very definition of 'pathetic', so Hespe didn't bother. That sort of information wasn't useful, anyway. She was quite sure there were plenty of children in the slums who didn't get birthday cakes either, and at least her childhood home had been warm and she had a full belly. "But when we've had candy she always goes a little crazy over the lemon. Can you make lemon cake?"

They stopped at an intersection. Hespe's building was within sight, and the biting cold was only growing worse. She shivered and nodded, poking Jane affectionately. "Yes. You too. Be careful, Janey. Okay?"

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sobeit
2015-01-22 05:07 pm UTC (link)

"Oh! You bet I can." Said Jane, her smile turning into lemonade itself. "I have the perfect recipe for that. She's going to love it. I promise." She crossed her heart.

Maybe there was a tiny part that wished she'd taken Hess up on traveling with her all the way to her house. She hated goodbyes. Didn't matter how casual they were. She'd miss her friend. When she was poked, she launched into a full hug. "I had the best time." she detached herself reluctantly, pulled down her hat for the rest of the walk.

"Text me tomorrow 'kay?" she started to back up then turned to go on her way, back to a warm bed that was calling. She threw a wave over her shoulder. She had to just GO or she'd stall and they'd freeze into popsicles before too long.

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