Elsie {Would Rather Not} Griffiths (tipsytart) wrote in newhavenlogs, @ 2020-06-21 23:05:00 |
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Elsie didn't always get two days in a row off. Normally she lived for these precious moments, particularly when they fell on the weekends. Two luxurious days where she didn't have to do anything or go anywhere. he could curl up under her quilts, sleeping off a hangover or eat cookies in bed with little guilt. But the stretch of forty-eight hours uninterrupted time by herself wasn't exactly appealing these days. Elsie lasted exactly fifteen before she found herself at Liv before ending up at Charley's. Again. Careful, Griffiths, you might give the impression you have a crush. So she'd gone home alone and maybe ate raw cookie dough as a midnight snack.
Whatever. She was an adult.
Sunday, however, had dawned without any plans whatsoever. She could have cleaned, maybe, but it was far easier to text her little sister to see if she wanted the baking lesson Elsie had been promising forever. What was a little extra mess?
"So what's your poison today?" Elsie asked Delilah as she let her sister into her apartment. "Though if you want to make sourdough, you're shit out of luck."