“Hell yes,” Bea agreed, after swallowing around the mouthful of alcohol. “Fun is a fucking fleeting thing these days,” she added more somberly. Not a statement to garner sympathy, because that wasn’t what she was looking for. But it seemed like with every day the thought of fun, and what used to be fun got chipped away just a little bit more.
Probably why she’d been so prone to the ridiculous conversations on the radio and the whiteboard that she and Rae had adopted. As juvenile as some of it seemed, at least it still had the appeal of being fun. If she forgot that she’d just end up ruled by fear, and that wasn’t an option, not to her. “I used to bitch and moan about a lack of fun in the city, when I was broke,” she admitted as she took her hair down to re-do her ponytail. “Now I’d take any fucking night where I have to try and think up my own fun. At least then there wasn’t the possibility of being eaten.” Punctuated with a laugh that wasn’t really a laugh at all.
“I actually miss the subways. How fucked up is that?” They had been so filled with life, and she missed that. Definitely not the smell of urine and grime. “Used to hate getting pushed around on those platforms.”