Noa Bellamy (sharpthings) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-12-06 18:25:00 |
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Savannah stopped by Burgatory for a couple burgers to go and made her way over to Noa’s tattoo shop, hoping that the food offering would be a welcome one. Especially since they hadn’t had a chance to talk about this new thing she had with Pete. He’d assured Savannah his talk with Noa had gone well, but she didn’t know what to expect when it was just them girls. Walking into the shop, she gave the takeout bag a slight shake and called out, “Hey, honey, it’s Savannah. I brought you somethin’ to eat.” Duke showed his face before Noa. No doubt beckoned by the smell of burgers. But she wasn’t far behind, a smile on her face, pausing only long enough to tell the German Shepherd to sit patiently before she made her way across the front area to envelope Savannah in a brief hug. “You’re my saving grace, sweetheart,” she told the other woman as she pulled back. “I sent one of the Prospects for food a while ago, but I suspect he got distracted somewhere, or by someone.” Being an MC widow still carried a little bit of weight for Noa, but she hadn’t had high expectations for Davy to return with sustenance. He was just that kind of scatterbrained. “Well, honey, you should know better than sendin’ a man out to do a woman’s job,” Savannah teased. “Good thing I turned up though. We can’t have you wastin’ away.” Finn was sniffing at Duke, but seemed to decide that the German Shepherd was okay because he glanced at Savannah, giving that dog grin he gave when he was happy. “Alright, y’all play nice now, okay?” She said before turning her attention back to Noa. “Is there somewhere we can sit?” “The backroom,” Noa answered. Her office had some space also, but it wasn’t quite as comfortable as the couches and table that were set up in back. She gestured for Savannah to follow her back, and turned around only once to tell Duke to behave. Thankfully if he was going to start trouble with Finn he would’ve already done it. Once they were in the back, she propped the door a little so it wasn’t quite closed, but would give them enough privacy to talk without Sasha, or a client, overhearing. With the food unpacked, Savannah popped a fry into her mouth before asking, “So how’ve you been?” “I’ve had my days, but things are pretty good, overall,” Noa replied with a little shrug of her shoulders. “It’s been nice to see things get back to normal after everything.” The rogues and the zombies in particular. “How’ve you been, sweetheart?” she returned with a little bit of mischief in her expression. “I’ve been real good since it seems like things’ve calmed down for real this time. Still a little amazed at the Thanksgivin’ we just had because it felt so normal,” Savannah laughed and smiled. “There was turkey and everythin’ though to be fair it wasn’t completely normal because Pete deep fried the thing.” Her head shook a bit at the absurdity of it all. “But it actually tasted pretty good. It just sure ain’t what I grew up with. Have you ever had that before?” “Deep fried turkey?” It was pretty obvious from the way that Noa’s face scrunched a little that the answer was no. “I suppose I can’t judge though. We had borscht at ours, on top of all of the traditional things.” Afterwards Noa had felt like she probably wouldn’t need to eat for a week, but she thought that was usually how big gatherings like that were supposed to go. “Can’t say I’ve ever had borscht, like, ever, so that’s a real interestin’ thing to have at Thanksgivin’,” Savannah smiled. She liked knowing that everyone had their own traditions for the holidays and now more than ever they had the chance to do so. “I suspect it’s a byproduct of celebrating with Russians,” Noa replied with a small laugh. “You were probably real lucky that Pete knew what he was doing,” she added. “It would have been a real bad day if he’d set part of your house on fire.” Noa laughed a little before she popped a few fries in her mouth. Laughing, Savannah wrinkled her nose. “I was actually pretty convinced that he was gonna burn the house down so I made him do it in the back yard.” Pausing a few moments to take another bite of her food, Savannah looked at Noa before saying, “Is it weird? Me talkin’ about Pete? I know y’all talked about it, us, and he said you two were good, but…” she trailed off, biting her lip nervously. She had to assume that if things were truly not okay they wouldn’t even be sitting here eating together, but still, she was worried. “Not any weirder than talking about it with Pete,” Noa admitted, and tried to smile reassuringly. “The writing was already on the wall long before you two took up again, sweetheart, just neither of us had said it out loud.” She took a few bites while she sorted out what to say next. “I don’t want you not to talk about it just because me and Pete have a little history. It’s not really different than when I used to talk about him with you.” Extending her feet to rest on the coffee table, Noa relaxed into the couch a little bit more. “My love life is complicated enough without adding resentment to the list anyway,” she added with some humor. “I reckon Austin is too small to not have these overlaps,” Savannah said with some amusement. As far as she knew, things hadn’t gotten very serious between the two of them, so at least that made it less weird. Sobering a bit, Savannah continued, “But I hope that we’re okay because you’re important to me and I value your friendship. And it was never my intention to hurt you with this.” As one of the first people that she’d connected to after her loss of Gray, Savannah’s friendship with Noa was one of her most understanding in Austin. Sure, she had plenty of support in her life, but (fortunately) not everyone understood what it was like to lose a spouse. Smiling, Noa turned so she could look at Savannah a little easier, dropping her booted feet back down to the floor. “Honey,” she began, “even if I was hurt, I would have gotten over it.” Her smile widened as she settled back into the cushions. “I’ve had my share of friends do me dirtier than that, and I forgave them. I would have forgiven you.” It didn’t matter that most of those things had been done in her younger years, the fact still remained. Savannah was more important to her than a few hurt feelings over a man. “It would have been real nice to find out if he was decent in bed,” she added with a little quirk to her mouth before she chewed the tip off another fry. “But it probably says something that we never got that far, and it ain’t like I’m still dying in a dry spell or anything.” Noa didn’t really have any intention to go into details about what she’d been getting up to, but she hoped at the very least it would serve to reiterate how okay she really was with what had happened. Just hearing Noa say the words, confirming what Savannah had assumed was the case, she felt the small pit of anxiety in the pit of her stomach loosen. Smiling more easily now, Savannah gave a nod of understanding before asking, “Well I’m glad to hear that news. Even though Pete and I are back together we haven’t--” she trailed off, flushing a bit, “You know, we’re takin’ it slow and not rushin’ back into anythin’. But you should let me live vicariously through you and give me all the dirty details of what broke your spell.” Sex, or lack thereof, was something they’d touched on before, so Savannah hoped Noa wouldn’t mind the playful prying. “Oh, well.” Noa recovered from her own assumptions, smiling a little wickedly for just a fraction of a moment. Deciding she didn’t need to name names; as much as she trusted Savannah, she wasn’t sure it was her place, or really necessary for the retelling. “You remember the Halloween party?” She raised her eyebrows, the question almost entirely rhetorical. There had only been one Halloween party, after all. “You’d be real surprised what people won’t notice happening in an upstairs booth if you’re quiet.” And she smirked before she took a bite of her burger, letting the statement hang in the air for a few moments. “I’ve never regretted green body paint more though.” she added once her mouth was empty again. Maybe that wasn’t all the details, or any of them, but she was working up to it. Savannah’s brows shot up in surprise, but an amused grin went along with it as well. “Really? Right out there in public? And no one saw you? That’s somethin’ else.” Truth be told, with her own dry spell, just imagining such a situation got her heart racing just a little. She’d never really been one that got off on the risk of being caught in public, but at this point, just about anything would be fine by her. Letting out a shaky laugh, Savannah said, “Well… I will just have to keep that in mind for the next time I’m at the Bar.” “Furthest booth from the stairs, if you do,” Noa replied, smirking. “I’m no exhibitionist, but good lord, it did the trick.” And she laughed, brushing aside the tiny tendrils of want that were threatening to take hold at the recollection. Maybe it was better she’d started there, and not with more recent events. Then a little wickedly, she added, “I can mention it to Pete too…” and wiggled her eyebrows once before she took another bite of her burger. “Sounds like it. And I don’t think I’d turn my nose up at the prospect,” Savannah said, a blush still on her cheeks. If they were already at the part where they could talk about this kind of stuff, she knew that things were going to be okay. All nerves erased now, Savannah settled back more easily into her chair and picked up her burger again, happy to have Noa’s company. |