Thursday, July 24
I feel like writing. I never get to anymore.
Extract: Braithwaite
Dropping the keys onto the stand, she noticed with an apparent sense of dread the living room lit only by candlelight. The strobe lights that shed a harsh, hot light on anything were off and the figure lounging on her sofa with her heels linked together across the Persian rug was Lore. She was cradling in one hand what looked like a glass of scotch but was probably coke. The amber liquid sloshed from side to side, as she waved it up at the cande light casting a dark brown shadow over her usually pale face.
"You said no," said Lore as she entered softly. Alexis paused momentarily before sauntering forward, dropping the shopping bags on the floor.
Sighing, "I know."
"Well its your decision," said Lore emotionlessly, patting a seat beside her on the couch.
Alexis came forward, flopped onto the couch and wrapped arms around her best friend, "Do you think it was a bad idea to say no?"
"Yes..." Alexis licked her lips, "and no. He loved you but you were right, you're too young, he was too late."
Alexis froze, her eyes glazing over, "Uhuh."
"But then again...you were turning away a guy who just wanted to love and and adore you. A guy who's charming, cute, who laughs at your jokes, who doesn't steal the covers, understands why you keep a stuffed koala in your bed, wants your more than any other woman in the world, doesn't want you for your money and who gets you which even for me is pretty hard sometimes. To me, that seems like the most asinine thing you could ever do." Lore looked over at her friend pointedly before taking a swig from her drink and standing up, "Anyway, I'm off to bed. Night."
