Lynne Masters (shear_genius) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-04-20 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | lynne, lynne and matt, matt |
Who: Lynne and Matthew
When: 11am
Where: Eurycleia's Cafe
"I can do this. I can totally do this," Lynne told herself as she abandoned the computer and headed into the (trashed) bathroom. Touching up her makeup, if only so that she didn't look half-asleep - because Lynne maintained the belief that when she wasn't wearing makeup, she looked like the walking dead - Lynne decided to multi-task and brush her teeth. Why she was bothering was beyond her, seeing as how she was meeting Matthew for coffee, but it was reflexive, she supposed. Having finished with those tasks, Lynne ran a brush through her hair and then, deciding it was too much damn trouble to bother with (and it wasn't like Matt hadn't seen her in worse shape), she pulled it up into a haphazard, messy bun at the top of her head. Screw it. She didn't need to be a goddamn beauty queen for Matthew, of all people.
...but then she remembered that fucking Kaz was on the ship and she pulled the bun out, brushing her hair out again and pulling it over her shoulders to cover the bruise - because, quite honestly, Kaz or not, she was going to see Matt and she was kind of too lazy to change out of her pajama top. That'd do.
For a split second, she stood outside the elevator doors waiting for them to open, but then, remembering what Noah had said about having gotten stuck in one, she changed her mind and took the stairs.
Matt wasn't in the cafe when she got there, so she ordered a cappuccino and took a seat at the breakfast bar-style table a few feet away from the barista. That last time she'd run into Matt it had been anything but pleasant and the original run-in on the journals had been a tennis match of insults, but the exes decided to bury the hatchet and be civil with one another. They'd done a pretty good job of it so far, she thought, over the journals. Matt had even asked after her after everything had gone down and somewhere deep down, Lynne had thought that was kind of sweet of him. ...or really sweet of him. Either way. So, she figured what better test for their civility than to meet in person again and see if they could get through a cup of coffee without killing one another or flinging below-the-belt insults? Looking up at the doorway as she sipped her drink, Lynne figured...no time like the present.