Roxy Diaz (punkpenguin) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-04-01 22:32:00 |
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There were only a handful of things that Roxy believed she couldn’t live without. Bright hair dye and fast cars were on the list, but they didn’t compare to coffee and Quentin, who circled around the top. She was certain that a lot of the discord had to do with a significant lack of both in her life recently; though, truth be told, it was Quentin she missed the most. The first thing she did this morning when she opened her eyes was harass text him, badgering him to meet her for coffee before the sun had truly risen. It had been way too early for her to have been awake in the first place, but it was impossible for her to go back to sleep once she thought about all the things she wanted to talk to her friend about. How long had it been since they had had the chance to sit down and talk one on one? Roxy was prepared to accept blame for that: between work and Charlene, she had become a bit tunnel-vision in her attention. The only good thing about today was that she had the morning off, thanks to the full moon. Since the Light of May, she no longer needed an excuse to give work in order to explain why she was so utterly tired the day after. All she had to say was ‘were’ and it was an instant pass.
Despite the fact that she was likely going to have to change into her uniform as soon as she got home, Roxy actually made the effort to dress up for Quentin. It wasn’t like she felt the need to impress him, but she didn’t want to show up for coffee looking like a schlub. Once she had dressed and preened herself to her heart’s content, she hopped in her car and made her way down to the pair’s favorite cafe -- or at least, the one they kept winding up at. As she drove, she couldn’t help but think about how disappointing it was that she couldn’t invite him to the monthly Diaz full moon pool party. Sure, she could have asked him to come by, but she doubted that Quentin (or her, even) would appreciate the uncomfortable situation that would ensue. Her family had welcomed her back to the house and accepted (albeit reluctantly) her lifestyle, but she had a feeling that they were going to be slow to accept Quentin back to the house. Enough time had passed, in her opinion, and she made mental note to inform Linda next moon that her friend would be welcome at the house.
Her eyes searched the parking lot for signs of Quentin, but when she didn’t see him, she decided to go inside to wait. The temperature was nice enough, but the rain that hung in the air was unpleasant. She would not enjoy having to stand outside in that for the rest of the day. Two steps in and she caught the unmistakable figure of her friend. She crept up behind behind him as carefully as she could in tall heels; honestly, the idea that she could be sneaky looking like a neon watermelon was laughable. “Come here often,” she asked in a gruff voice once she was close to Quentin, but the ruse didn’t last long before she started to laugh in spite of herself. “I’m glad to see that you decided not to stand me up as punishment for waking you up at the crack of dawn.”