For once the holiday party at The Bar served as a great distraction from the rest of what had been going on in Torrie’s life. Marc was still in police custody, and with the opening of Nocturne looming just around the corner, it was nice to have a night where all Torrie had to worry about was not drinking too much and staying away from horrible conversations.
Or it would have been if she hadn’t noticed the scout. The one she had tried to jump a few years ago. Olivia, she reminded herself. After the PT appointment, and the conversation she’d had with Lita, it was hard for Torrie to brush off the whole thing anymore. It was even more difficult when the fact that she hadn’t actually apologized cropped back up as a reminder of her Ghoul-y missteps.
Instead of delaying something that was inevitable and necessary. Talking to Olivia again, apologizing to her, felt overdue. Torrie set her empty drink down and decided it was now or never.
“Can we talk?” Torrie asked, leaving the door open for Olivia to refuse. She would understand if she did.
Olivia's eyes narrowed as she took in the woman in front of her. She recognized Torrie, of course, but that didn't make the impending hypothetical conversation any less icky. Still, in a weird way it was almost better that it happen. Or maybe that was Maizie's influence; ever since Savannah had pulled her from her guitar lessons, she'd been trying to play mediator as best as she could without having the ability to actually get the two of them in a room together.
Maizie pressed her hand on the small of her girlfriend's waist, gently pushing so she couldn't help but take a step forward. "Talk to her," she urged quietly, even as Olivia crossed her arms impassively. Still, it was something.
"What do you want?"
Torrie spared Maizie a small, grateful smile before she answered Olivia. “I owe you an apology.” Straight to the point. “I was a bitch at that PT appointment, and an even bigger bitch before then.” Even if there was still an argument for survival there, the approach could have been a lot better, Torrie recognized that now.
"Fine," Olivia said, the word coming out in a hasty scoff. "Thanks." Sure, the apology was nice. Better yet was the fact that Torrie had just gone right into it, the kind of way Olivia would've if the tables had been turned. Whatever.
She tilted her head, sizing up Torrie curiously. The Bar marked only the third time they'd run into each other, but Olivia was happy if it ended up being their last. Considering how many people they apparently had in common, though, maybe that wasn't a possibility.
"Let's just move on." What else were they supposed to say but that?
“If that’s how you want it,” Torrie replied with a shrug. Olivia seemed like the kind of prickly that Torrie identified with, so it’s not like she could fault Olivia for not wanting it to be drawn out. “It was a shitty thing I did, but I’m not asking to hug it the fuck out or anything.” She quirked her mouth, swallowing the laugh that wanted to bubble up at the thought of hugging it out with Maizie’s girlfriend.
The smallest hint of a smile appeared on Olivia's face despite herself. "Fine by me."
“If there’s anything I can do to make up for that shit, though…” Torrie shrugged, not expecting Olivia to take the offer, but the girl could surprise her.
"No. Not really." Olivia didn't walk away, though, not yet; she continued to study Torrie, trying to imagine how someone could be in the position to do the things she had done. "You're not -- you don't do that shit anymore, right?" she asked after a moment. After all, the woman lived with her mom's friend, and she had been Maizie's guitar teacher until just recently. Precautions needed to be taken.
Crossing her arms, Torrie shook her head. “Fuck no. I was in a bad place when that shit was going down.” She didn’t think she had to explain drug addiction and the Ghouls to Olivia. “I’m trying to be a productive part of society now. Jumping people who don’t deserve it doesn’t exactly endear a person,” she finished wryly, another sharp smile on her face again.