L U C I N D A ' S P O V
I smiled softly as Laurance left, that soon fading. I turned my head to the whole contraption I had created. "Lets get to work." I mumbled to myself, quickly starting.
If you're wondering what I'm doing or needed the ink for, I needed the ink to make this special love potion that Laurance wants. The recipe is complicated and unrealistic if you ask me.
T I M E S K I P
A F E W H O U R S L A T E R . . .
G A R R O T H ' S P O V
"How are you holding up?" Dante asked me as we sat at a local bar. It was just the two of us, no one else accompanying us.
"Decent. . ." I answered briefly, "I'm doing well. Sure, it's a lot to cope with, but it's getting better." I took a sip from my drink after I finished speaking.
"What can I get you fine men?" A female bartender questioned as she slid over to us. She grinned, looking Dante and I up and down.
"Another round? Two rounds? Four more rounds? Whatcha' want?" The bartender asked, her shiny brown hair falling perfectly on her shoulders.
"What we have is fine, tha--" I got cut off, "Pretzels!" Dante shouted, "More soft pretzels." His volume quieted.
I gave Dante a quick glance, soon averting my gaze. The bartender nodded, then glided away. She didn't leave without a wink though. Odd. Whatever.
"So, how long had you and Laurance been together? You never told me." Dante asked, not meaning to push any buttons.
"For about three or four months." I answered simply, "Frankly, I was in love. I didn't think he'd use me like he did." A somber expression covered my face after I said that.
Dante awed sympathetically and patted my back a couple times, "It'll get better, big guy." He assured. My somberness faded away, a small smile appearing on my face, "Thanks, bud." I replied.
The blunette pulled his hand away from my back, me sitting up straight. Before, I was slouching.
"Here you go, boys." The bartender said as she slid the pretzel sticks near us. Dante's eyes glimmered and I swear I saw a bit of drool come out of his mouth.
He dived in, me rolling my eyes.
Z A N E ' S P O V
I groaned, "Travis!" I called out, lounging on the couch lazily, "What?" The chipper albino questioned.
"What in the name of Irene are you doing?" I looked over the couch, a slight pain in my black. It was like doing a sit up but laying down. Not fun.
I lay back down. "Stuff! I'm just doing stuff. Why does it matter?" He pranced around an answer. This caused me to groan, "Just get over here!" I exclaimed.
I heard footsteps, Travis soon appearing in my vision. He sat at the other end of the couch, my feet ending up in his lap.
Travis shuffled around, "Stop moving." I said, my voice not demanding or threatening (or anything of that sort).
He obeyed, stopping. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "What do you mean?" Travis looked down upon me, "About Laurance, Lucinda and Katelyn. . ." I clarified.
"I don't know," Travis started, "But no matter what happens, we'll fix it and we'll live happily ever after." As he said 'happily ever after', he started wiggling one of my toes. "Stop that." I said, a small smile appearing on my face under my mask.
Travis chuckled lightly, stopping.
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