mj (mgn) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-06-14 20:03:00 |
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Megan had never been a particularly delicate person. At least, not when it came to her interactions with other people. She had never seen the point, really, in being reserved. Things always seemed to get accomplished faster when she was direct. Even if direct got clouded sometimes and was more along the lines of confrontational. Confrontational was exactly what she would classify her interaction with Edison as. As she stepped into the bar, Megan could feel the twist of nervousness in her stomach. Maybe she had stepped too far? We should talk never really felt like a good thing, even if she knew that they should. Even if it would have been easier to shrug and walk away from it all like she normally did. But there was something about Edison that made it difficult. She didn't want to turn a cold shoulder to him. It was something that caused her pause all on her own. She'd, of course, waited until later in the evening than she'd originally said she'd be by. She figured it would have been better to wait until the evening rush had passed and he might be able to actually talk. She'd also managed to change into a silvery, oversized sweater over her torn skinny jeans that tucked perfectly into the boots Edison had mentioned how much he liked so many times. Her eye makeup had long smudged around her bright blue eyes from a day's work, her blonde hair a mess of natural waves and curls she'd only done so much as run her fingers through. Megan took a seat towards the end of the bar, asking the keep for a beer and for Edison with a soft, shy smile. She needed a beer. |