carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

40 | regroup

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[forty]
breakfast banter
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The next morning had been a blur. A loud, pounding, messy blur.

Though she drank much less than Martine, she was still smaller and less of a drinker than the blonde, so their hangovers were pretty similar. The only reason they had women up on time was because of Giraud barging in and yelling at them until they showed signs of life.

And even then, Annick had to come and drag them out by their heels.

"What the hell is wrong with you two," the blonde questioned.

Annick practically dressed her as she was more delirious and grumpy than Martine. But even then, Martine was still irritable and sensitive to everything.

"I guess they're not morning people if they don't have school," said Michèle from the doorway.

The girls from Sadie and Martine's forms were gathered either inside or in the entrance of her room. Partially because the two of them were the last ones to get ready, and to see the coveted room Jane Fonda and Alain Delon had supposedly spent time in. Sadie didn't particularly appreciate the audience, with all of their tittering and loud voices, but she didn't have the headspace to yell at them to leave. Instead, she sat as Annick wrapped a thick pink scarf around her neck.

"Nah, we just had a long night." Martine yawned as she finished applying her makeup.

Due to not being at school, most of the girls had taken to wearing makeup, finally feeling free to express themselves without the restrictions of Giraud's "educational dress code".

Sadie, who still wasn't the most well-versed in makeup, was one of the few barefaced in the bunch. She, however, felt like she would've screamed had Annick attempted to put it on her, anyway. It was bad enough the girl had side eyed the cigarettes that dropped out of her nightgown—she thinks they had been vulnerable enough today, and it was only nine.

"What exactly were you guys up to, last night?" Simone asked. She was currently laid out on their beds, kicking her feet back and forth as she painted her nails with Martine's shimmery polish.

Monique piped up from the bathroom, "Yeah, I swore I heard Johnny Hallyday!"

"So did I," Molly drawled, "And I don't know if it was because I was half-asleep, but he sounded like he had a cold! And more...I don't know, bitchy?"

All of the girls stopped whatever they were doing to stare weirdly at Molly as she was hidden by the blanket fort, not noticing Sadie exchange a knowing look with Martine. She was sure Molly had managed to pick up Dupin's voice, something she hoped no one would be able to catch on to.