Bawling in a Booth (open)

[Ϛ Fey DuChance]

Normally, eating out was quite the gleeful experience for Fey, especially at a place that was completely new to her. But she was in a funk lately that not even a novel eating experience could shake from her sulking shoulders.

Of course, that didn't stop her stuffing herself silly at a new establishment every day when meal time came around. Maybe some part of her was still trying to try and cheer herself up, but on the surface, she just wanted to eat herself into a stupor.

This only led to frantic bouts of exercise later in the day when the truth, that she was going to get fat if she kept it up, set in, and she was left exhausted in the aftermath. Every day. She'd never been in better shape in her life, burning all that protein into muscle and sweating out the junk, but she was ragged, on edge, ready to collapse.

And it showed.

Her enormous meal, paid for by the Academy thanks to her new, cushy job, was already settling in the depths of her stomach, and also in the middle of her stomach, and frankly just about to the top of her stomach. She tried valiantly to ingest a rootbeer float, poking at it with her spoon more than anything and watching the ice cream slowly melt into the soda as she tried to figure out where things had gone wrong.

Or so she told herself. She knew, deep down, exactly where she had gone wrong, and that was the precise moment she'd fallen for that accursed shapeshifter, and so her mind would come to him every time.

And so she would end up, as she was again today, crying into her dessert.

Damnit Casey, why did you have to disappear with my heart?

She couldn't even blame him, really, because she knew very well that she hadn't even told him how she'd felt, but that didn't take the hurt away. Nothing ever did.

Fey, you're being ridiculous. He's just a fri---

"Shut up!" Fey nearly yelled, which would most likely come as a surprise to anyone else in the diner, considering she was eating alone. She was, however, way past worrying about people thinking she was crazy.

[Eve Melona !]

Tristan was her very best friend, without question. She couldn't really put her finger on the moment he had become some important in her life, but he was now one of the essential qualities of her existence, one of those pillars made up of a great shoulder and a better smile, and honestly, she just really missed him.

Seattle was tough on the brunette in more ways than she had been ready to handle. There was literally no work in her 'field' to be spoken of, especially any of the illegal or female kind and so while she was too smart with her money to end up broke, her bank account balance was only moving in one direction, and it wasn't up. She was still living in hotel's, living off room service and pay-per-view, and even though she was literally just down the hall from her other best friend, she hadn't seen him in weeks either. To top it off, the abundance of rain that the Northwest seemed to produce was beyond depressing for the native Italian, who preferred humid temperatures and a stubborn sun.

Life in the last few weeks had begun to chip away at Eve's usually tremendous smile, and she had been hoping to catch Tristan at his mother's new diner, maybe buy him lunch, talk apartments and take her mind off the gloomy overcast sky that loomed overhead just outside the Why Not Diner.

But Tristan was nowhere to be found, and Eve's sigh came off a little louder than she meant it to as she plopped herself down on a bar stool and dropped her head loudly onto the counter. It was a moment after her apathetic display that Fey decided to tell a dead silent diner to shut up. Lifting her head slowly, the Italian swiveled her stool around to stare at the woman for a long second, her emerald orbs filled with something resembling curiosity.

"Rough day?" She finally ventured, having always been one tempted by strangers, and truthfully, she wanted to smile, but just couldn't bring herself to muster one.

(yuck. ily♥)

[Ϛ Fey DuChance]

_{no yuck also, i totally forgot i wrote this thread xD}

Fey smiled, not when she heard Eve speak, but when she turned toward the source of the speaking, even though she, just like Eve, was far from wanting to smile. It was a forced gesture, automatic, ingrained in her mind as a polite gesture as a result of her upbringing. There was no happiness, no fire, and it was so fake that the politeness was nearly lost anyway. Fey seemed to realize this, though, and, worried about not being rude even in this state, Fey quickly dismissed the expression in favour of a blank one.

"Rough month," she replied, a more terse sort of ghost of a real grin momentarily appearing before she turned her head back toward her table and her dessert. She hated to waste food, which dictated she return to trying to finish the float, but she didn't really want to have a personal conversation with a complete stranger from across the diner either, so it worked out pretty well for her.

She wasn't ignoring the young lady, that would be rude, she was simply attending to her own business. Or so she justified it, anyway.

Maybe you should speak with the stranger, since you won't listen to m---

Fey removed the scarab pendant from her neck abruptly, slapping it on the table in front of here, where she proceeded to glare at it as if it had bit her. The voice of the ancient Egyptian spirit within her mind ceased the moment the jewelry lost contact with her, bringing her at least a moment of peace.

Which, of course, she spent staring sullenly at her float.

[Eve Melona !]

Eve reached up, pressing her fingers to the spot on her forehead that had received the most contact with the Diner's counter just a moment ago. Luckily, her complexion was dark enough that she was spared an ugly red mark, but that fact didn't help lessen her impending headache in any way.

Fey's responding smile had been quiet, fleeting and hapless. It was a familiar expression and Eve knew that she had been forcing herself into the same grin for a few weeks now. "A rough month aye?" Her hand fell away from her forehead and folded neatly into the other that rested in her lap.

"I hear you there," and she had been about to say something else then, but the Italian's gaze shifted from her curled hands to the other woman, and she saw how her eyes were fixed on the float she was not eating, and as Eve had been making a weak effort as of late to tone down what Eiji like to refer to as her 'socially aggressive' habits, the girl swallowed her second remark and turned her stool back around, resting her elbows on the counter and sighing under her breath. damnit.