Jazz and Liquor sequel <3
Three months after Tilly's disappearance, she's returned with a newfound confidence and a plan that doesn't seem to include Brendon. He tries his best to give her the space she needs but if he doesn't intervene in her bu...
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You'll never know if you don't ever try again So let's try, let's try, let's try
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Melissa decided enough was enough once her sister was still locked away in her room once the clock struck noon. She hiked up the stairs alongside Mary with a tray of tea and knocked on her bedroom door.
Tilly groaned at the disturbance interrupting her blank stare at the ceiling and turned over, lifting the covers over her head to drown out the noise. She wasn't ready to talk about her miserable defeat at the hands of Rory McCoy, especially not with her sister.
"Tilly, you've been in bed all day. You can't possibly waste away in your room forever," Melissa said, following up with more knocking. "We have tea!"
Mary turned the doorknob and peeked inside. Tilly neglected to lock the door in the whirlwind of emotions clouding her better judgment. She listened to the footsteps fill the room from under her comforter and hoped ignoring them for long enough would make them disappear. Mary poured a cup of tea and waited for Tilly to resurrect and accept it.
"What's the matter? Talk to us," Melissa pleaded. "Don't hide under the covers like a child." She swiped the comforter off her body.
"Please just go away," Tilly whined, wincing at the chill nipping at her skin.
"Not until you talk." Mary offered her a cup of tea that she wholly ignored.
"Don't you have somewhere to be? Anywhere but here, annoying me?" Tilly snapped back, turning over in defiance.
"We're worried about you!"
"You can worry without barging into my room unannounced."
"We announced ourselves."
"Enough of this," Mary snapped. "Tilly, I know you went out to meet Rory last night so you aren't fooling me. Out with it."
"No," Tilly grumbled into her pillow.
"Matilda."
She rolled back over to Mary and Melissa, sitting up only to drink the tea Mary poured. She glared at them as she sipped.
"You met up with Rory?" Melissa cried. "For what?"
"A failed business venture. It's nothing, really," Tilly insisted.
"If it's nothing why are you hiding out in your room?" Melissa inquired. "Can you spare some honesty for once in your life?"
"Some of us don't like to admit when we make stupid decisions," Tilly said with another sip of tea.
"Well, locking yourself away doesn't make anything better. Please just tell us what's going on," Melissa pleaded.
"The short version is that Rory and I are no longer business partners. The bootlegging life isn't for me I suppose."
