“Don’t fucking do that, you don’t know all the shit I’ve been through. You don’t get to assume about the decisions I made.” Bea had had enough of Vienna and her ‘poor me’ attitude. “I might’ve figured you were dead, but I didn’t stop looking. Hell, even after I left that damn city someone was still there trying to find you.” She was beyond caring about whether or not her sister wanted her cursing in front of Ledger. It pissed her off that Vienna was playing the victim, that she was assuming Bea had stopped caring. “You don’t get to play like you were perfect.”
All she wanted to do was shake some sense into her sister right now. But what could she expect, guess there was still some old Vienna in there. Much as she loved her sister, she’d always been a little self-centered. She could only hope that things would get better, that Vienna would stop holding a grudge against her for things she couldn’t help.
It was such a surprise how they could go from at each other’s throats to jokes so quickly. Didn’t make any of this any less weird, probably made it weirder even. Wasn’t it just minutes ago that Vienna was accusing of her of giving up and figuring that she’d been zombie food years ago? And now she was making jokes about tips and luggage. Fucking strange. “Whatever,” she said. “You’re the one that brought it up, if you didn’t want to give a tip you should have said anything.” She screwed her face up at the fact that Ledger had named the dog; it sounded like something a kid would think was cute, even if it also sounded like something her sister would do just because she was trying to be funny.
“How ‘bout we just get your things to your new room, huh?”
Bea nodded at the guy still at the gate, she recognized him, one of the security guys. Not one she’d had too many conversations with. “The blocks are up this way,” she told Vienna with a jerk of her thumb in the direction they’d be going. “So hand him the keys. It’s fucking late.”