Re: Jack/Dahlia: quicklog at the gym
[Oh, don't get it wrong—lying to a room full of people who were trying where she weren't felt hideous. Every lie, every dodged question, every unmovable silence just fueled her guilt, her shitty sense of self-worth, the disorientation of being the lone monster in a room. But consciously understanding all that required the kinda introspection she drank away on a regular basis—and lo, the cycle continued.
The bill went face down, on top of other less threatening-looking paperwork—contact information, signed waivers, insurance policies, all this other shit she couldn't be assed to deal with. The paperwork pile-up was why, in part, she now owed a significant amount of money to the kinda lender you don't trust 'round your firstborn—utility bills don't get paid like that. Yeah, she really needed that business manager. Badly. Hopefully Cat's alleged wonderboy pulled through. Even if she had no idea how she was gonna afford them.
Dahlia stared at him in response.] M'still fuckin' mad at you, dude. Why the fuck do you think I'm inna mood for chit-chat?