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notfaking_it) wrote2012-09-02 10:44 am
notfaking_it) wrote2012-09-02 10:44 am
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Some nights, Lily finds she can't be alone. She stops by Eden's place to take her out or drops by on Eames, completely unannounced but, not as far as she can tell, unwelcome. And then there are nights like this one, where she has to go out by herself. Nights when it feels like her skin is too tight, the apartment is too small, the city isn't big enough for all the things she wants and all the people she needs.
And she hates that she needs them.
It's easier to go out, find a bar, get lost in a drink and some music and maybe a conversation with a stranger.
Sometimes, in the faces of the other dancers, thin and dark haired, she catches a glimpse of Nina. But she's not here. Just like the others, she's gone. She's somewhere else.
"What do you have on tap?" she asks the bartender when she takes a seat, then glances to either side of her. There's a man and she offers him a smile. "Hey."
And she hates that she needs them.
It's easier to go out, find a bar, get lost in a drink and some music and maybe a conversation with a stranger.
Sometimes, in the faces of the other dancers, thin and dark haired, she catches a glimpse of Nina. But she's not here. Just like the others, she's gone. She's somewhere else.
"What do you have on tap?" she asks the bartender when she takes a seat, then glances to either side of her. There's a man and she offers him a smile. "Hey."
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