“So, you purposefully hid your identity from me?” she replied in fake outrage, trying desperately not to laugh. “How very dare you want to be treated like a normal human being without expectations or rabid fans…” Abi ended up snickering at her own joke, grinning like a mad man at him. “Oh God, the tattoo…” she said, turning pink. “I honestly don’t even remember getting the thing. I mean, Fitzgerald’s great, but why would drunk me get a tattoo of his signature there of all places? It makes no sense.”
Listening to his diatribe about chocolate, Abi eventually had to come to an agreement that his strategy was better for the consumption of chocolate. “Okay I definitely see your point, and I do love chocolate more than most people. I don’t like sharing food with people…” But she was definitely going to share his food with herself. Pretty girls got away with shit like that.
It took her a moment to think about what he was saying, and she had to take Ernest’s opinion of this as a learned one. But she was already going stir crazy and all Abi had done was gone around the station learning where things were, and decorating her room. A couple weeks and she was already bored out of her mind and wanting answers about how she was here.
“Build a life? I can’t have a career though, can I? No news, no journalism, no outside world. I could write, but who for? I haven’t even finished college yet, man. This is not what I thought my life would end up being, but what else can you do except roll with the punches?” Perhaps that’s why he wanted coffee with her; he was simply that bored and anyone new you got along with was a rare thing. “I guess I need to find something, right? Everyone must.”
Abi balked at the idea of all those kids coming from a couple of families. “Jesus fucking Christ, what’s in the water here exactly, Viagra?” The idea of having that many children was awful to her, she’d feel like a fucking animal. “One or two tops for me, eventually. Multiples? No way.”