Burned (BrainyGirl and King Wizard)

[BrainyGirl]

hey babe long time no talk. Still mad?

She stared at the text for a long time wondering if it was worth replying to. Still mad? Still-fucking-mad?! He only up and left to goddamn Reno, without telling her in advance, to go to a "bachelor party" for a friend he couldn't name, nor had she--in their three year long relationship--ever met. That was three days ago, and yes, she was still mad. Sighing she turned off her phone and pocketed it, not wanting to allow any more communication to interrupt her day. As she pushed her phone into the pocket of her jeans, she grabbed her wallet from her nightstand and threw on a denim jacket over her tshirt. It was time for a walk.

Jenny Mae Leverette was mildly used to the treatment to be honest. For whatever reason, be it her fault or not, she had yet to find herself in a position where this kind of shit wasn't happening. According to her mother, they were cursed. At twenty-five, she had yet to have significant other not significantly fuck her over. Cheating, stealing, drugs, she had seen it all. She understood now why her mother never married.

"Men will make you their world only for as long as it takes for you to make them part of yours. It's the chase Jenny. Men just want to chase and get their dicks wet."

She wasn't sure if she believed that quite yet, but with every passing year it made a little bit more sense.

She didn't have any particular place she wanted to go, but her feet found her usual cafe, and she pushed through the wooden door reveling in the scent of strong coffee and sweet teas. As a regular she had the privilege of a smiling barista who barely had to be asked to start making her americano. It was nice to chit-chat though, even though it was a little void of meaning. She took a window seat and looked out at darkening sky. It was at least 6:00pm, why was she drinking coffee? Was this some form of self sabotage? Taking a sip of her coffee she just let herself sit in the warm blanket of smells and quiet indie music wondering if her life was ever going to become normal.

 

[Jay-KINGOFRP]

Anthony had been working pretty solid lately. In fact his routine of the last 2 years revolved around working 12 to 16 hours a day during the week, and hitting bars all weekend, the seedier and grimier the better seemed to be the unofficial rule. This lifestyle was all he wanted in college, he had given up any chance of a serious career or relationship, for that matter, in the pursuit of 'sex, drugs and rock n' roll'.

Now, with his twenty-sixth birthday fast coming, he was searching for something a little different perhaps. He had to start growing up. It was like he in his mind, but not in his actions, they had lagged behind, frozen in the same state they were as a 22 year old, where anything and everything was a game.

He'd just clocked off work. He'd been working for his uncles removals company, a no-brainer of a job that gave him all the hours he could want whilst not over exhausting him. Perhaps a quick latte, or twelve, would even him out.

It was his nieces birthday, so he was forced, by threat of violence according to his sister, to show face. So the caffeine boost was needed.
"Do yourself a favor, Anthony, dont let your niece down on her 2nd birthday, its the least you could do" , his sister had moaned at him, his non-committal attitude preceding him.

He stood in line at the cafe, not sure how this works, he stood while hipster after hipster ordered a mocha-chica-whatever, whilst he stood, fixed on the floor, not bothering to look around.

 

[BrainyGirl]

It was a split second, but that was all it took. She caught his face, and a jolt of recognition and excitement hit her. Anthony. The one who started this mess. Er...well...that might not exactly be fair to him. It's not that they were together when all of that happened, not in the traditional sense in the least. But still. That whole mess was probably the most painful to ever happen to her. She watched him at the counter with a strange giddiness she couldn't explain, feeling strangely self conscious and more than a little nervous. What if he saw her? What if he didn't? Would he recognize her...?

She didn't feel too different, her hair was a bit longer, and well, the half-sleeve was new, but really all things considered she just looked a little older. She hoped. She was about to speak up when a new panic hit her. It was likely he wouldn't want to see her. After their fights, after she just cut contact like that, he could very well be pretty damn bitter about it all. Not to mention her own feelings, did she want to talk to him? She sighed and took a small sip of her coffee before she turned to face him with a small smile.

"Fancy seeing you here stranger."