. (afrit) wrote in repose, @ 2016-01-10 16:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, louis donovan, oliver king, sam martin |
Sonrisa: Lou, Oliver & Sam
[To say Sam was hella pregnant would be an understatement. Into her eighth month, she was nearly all belly, and she was feeling rough the morning she was supposed to meet with Lou and his nameless employee. So, she dressed brightly, the dress paired with cheery orange tights and yellow Docs over slouchy blue socks. She was hoping the color would make her look less rundown, yeah? Because she'd been feeling rough since the train ride. Well, nah, she'd been feeling shitty before, but getting wasted had only made things worse, and she was hoping it would just pass before she had to go the doctor or whatever. And, besides, she hadn't seen Lou since Thanksgiving, and she didn't want him to worry about her or whatever.
But, yeah, it was early morning, and she felt like shit. The circles beneath her eyes were bruises on pale skin, and she hadn't brought Ted along, because managing the exuberant puppy's leash felt like too much work. She would give anything for coffee that wasn't decaf, and the cup of tea that warmed her mitten'ed fingers wasn't doing anything for her.
At least she was on time, yeah? She turned the sign on the store's door, and she shucked off Cris' coat, her own mittens and scarf, and she hung them all on the hook at the foot of the stairs. She turned the heat on lower than she wanted it, because the customers always complained, and she set the store's mp3 player to something she liked for those last few minutes of peace.
While she waited, she pulled out her sketchbook and a pencil, and she sketched.]