Vienna laughed. “I believe Ledger has used that excuse before.” She remarked while an expression only a mother could manage slipped onto her features. Letting a faint smile, a sad smile tug up the corners of her mouth, Vienna shook her head. “No, I didn’t get paid at all, and people didn’t generally like lippy photography students. But if I had managed to have a career before the world went to hell, you better bet I would have treated them exactly like this.” Or maybe she wouldn’t have, the world and her circumstances had changed her in a lot of ways since her days as a lowly photography student.
With a snort of disbelief, she eyed Leah for a long moment. “Like hell we would. You would still out shine all three of us, even if we were all dolled up.” To some Leah’s words might have sounded like a person fishing for compliments, but Vienna had always been good at reading people and it seemed as if her friend truly believed what she had said.
The smirk was now gone, replaced by an expression of concern for her friend. She hadn’t been aware that Leah and Evan had been having problems. Did that make her a bad friend? “Irritated or not, Evan still has eyes, right?” Vienna used to be better at the encouraging words thing, but that had been before the world fell apart. “For the record you wouldn’t be boring me, if you need to talk about it I’m more than happy to listen.” Though she couldn’t promise not to voice her opinions on the matter. “How is Mari feeling?” That seemed like a good way to shift the topic of conversation if Leah truly didn’t want to talk about her relationship stuff with Evan.
Vienna placed one hand on her hip and gave Leah a look that clearly read ‘Really?’. “Then you’re the best dressed girl at the zombie prom,” She quipped. It took a lot more than a bit of teasing to truly get under her skin, plus teasing at least felt normal and eased the ever-present seriousness of their situation and the reason they lived in this prison. “You should be glad, and count yourself lucky that I don’t actually enjoy shooting nudes.” She had done them for school, but they weren’t really her genre.
Going to pick up her camera, she laughed slightly at Leah’s words. “It won’t get any harder than this, I promise.” It wasn’t as if she was going to have them scaling things in evening gowns or anything. “Nope, models aren’t allowed to speak.” She schooled her features into a stern look, though only moments passed before her facade was crumbling and she was smile. “Of course you’re allowed to talk, how else are we supposed to catch up?”