Roxy Diaz (punkpenguin) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-03-11 17:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-04, catriona, roxy |
food is definitely a good bonding tool
Who: Roxy and Cat
When: Mid-Afternoon
Where: Sidewalks of SO --> Sarah's Place
Roxy was out at the moment taking care of some last minute grocery shopping. It wasn’t that her mother failed to keep the cabinets full of food -- she most certainly did; Roxy just preferred certain specialty items that no one else in the house seemed to be fond of. It didn’t matter how many times she added all her snacks to the list, her mother failed to come home with them each and every time. When Roxy got aggravated enough to ask her about it, Linda was adamant that most of those things didn’t even exist. ‘I think you made them up to keep me in the store for hours, Roxy.’ As though she was immature enough to find those kinds of things funny. Okay… maybe she was a little bit, but not enough to go out of her way to mess with her mother. She was more of a sit back and laugh from a safe distance kind of girl these days. Roxy had left the store with bags over-flowing, absolutely ecstatic that she would have proof to go home with, to show Linda that she wasn’t full of it. The evening was truly going great, but Roxy felt the looming feelings of dread on the horizon. Usually she was more than happy to go back to work, but after two days off, she was finding it more and more difficult to find the desire to return to endless hours of sitting. She had prepared for the event that she was assigned to the school again, however; tucked underneath her snacks were several Sudoku books and a handful of colored pens. It wasn’t much, but it would keep her from pulling her hair out.
The only good thing about this evening was the pool party her family always threw on the night of the full moon. She wouldn’t have to waste hours dreading and preparing for tomorrow. Before that, however, Roxy decided to take a seat on a nearby bench and indulge in a few of her goodies. She opened a bag that contained these circular corn chips that were soaked in hot sauce and peppers. It was a snack she didn’t indulge in often, mostly because it made her feel as though there was a small brush fire in her mouth and there was nothing more gross than breaking out in a clammy sweat from eating, but Roxy was nothing if not a daredevil, even when it came to food. Munching away, she began to survey the the sidewalk around her. There was one individual who she recognized almost instantly: it was the girl from the convenience store -- the one who Roxy had helped smuggle food. She rolled down the opening of the bag and licked her fingers, preparing herself to walk over. “Hey, Cat,” she approached the other woman carefully. They had left on good terms, but she didn’t think that their relationship was quite at the level of jump!hug hellos. “How’s it going?” Yes, she was curious to know if Cat was doing okay. She couldn’t imagine that the brunette had somehow managed to hit the jackpot and set herself up in one of the nicest homes in Scarlet Oak, but that didn’t mean something couldn’t have changed for the better.