Dr. Monroe

Anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself  [RP Blog]

[dr-monroe]

timaelmasri​:

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“Yeah. It never stops feeling a little bit fucked up,” Tima admitted, honest as she leaned against the wall - careful to avoid any of the decor that adorned it. “But I guess it’s good for the higher ups. To have - some understanding.”

Despite the suddenness of the question, it didn’t really faze her, the younger woman offering a wry smile. “Yeah, I know how. It’s been a while, though. I don’t really like it.” Having a weapon was a necessity for the lifestyle they led, though it didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. She’d joined the Brotherhood to make the world a better place in ways that more legal avenues didn’t allow - not to get people hurt. “Guess that’s not what you and me are around for.” She eyed Monroe then, curious. “How’d you end up in this joint?”

Monroe appreciated the hackers honesty, matching her positioning against a wall she sipped on her drink. “I can understand it, overtures of friendship and keeping up good relationships.” She looks away, watching as various organizations members mingle with civilians. It’s almost midnight, and soon they’ll all be chased out and leave just those that deal in the dark.

If she’s surprised Tima knows how to use a gun she doesn’t show it, just nods. It makes sense, and she almost feels foolish for not knowing herself. Not that there’s an over abundance of skill needed with a sawed off shotgun, but with all the changes she has been feeling an itch on the back of her neck and a need for greater protection. “Guess not, better to stay on the end I have experience with.” She laughs, but it’s tense, all the blood and gore surrounding them putting her teeth on edge. “Here as in the party? I just thought it was a fun night for a drink” she joked, matching Tima’s wry smile before answering honestly “I’m trying to be more active, involved, I’m tired of being caught on my heals and thought going to things like this would help...  Or were you asking how I joined up with the Brotherhood?”

[timaelmasri]

Starter for: @dr-monroe​

Location: Macabre Exhibition

“Doesn’t it seem silly we’re all going to go back to trying to kill each other tomorrow?” Tima mused to Monroe, looking around the room. The bloody display was no longer fazing her, though every once in a while she would see something a little too dark for her taste. On the wall above them a knife with crusted blood - which might or might not be fake - seemed to accentuate her point. She wasn’t speaking too loud, just the confidence of a friend. “I mean - we do this every year but I still don’t know if I get it.” Looking around the room, she eyed people she knew very well to be enemies, mingling with strangers who may not have been among the opposing gangs at all. “This year has been a fucking mess.”

[dr-monroe]

Monroe was on edge, not trusting the tenuous truce of the holiday party. She wasn’t scared by the haunt’s decore, though she did find it a bit tasteless. It was a harsh reminder of the dealings and underworld aspects of their groups affiliations and those they did business with. She had stopped looking to determine if blood was real or fake, not wanting to know the answer. Violence had its place, and sometimes it was only through violent means that action was possible, but that didn’t mean she liked gratuitous displays of violence and gore. “What?” she turned back to her friend. “Sorry I was- yeah, it is. It’s my first time though so I guess I’m not quite used to it, everyone just… acting like we havent been at eachothers throats at every moment.” She went quiet again as she watched partygoers moving around them, taking special note of anyone she knew was affiliated with the cartel. “You know how to shoot a gun?” The question comes out of the left field, her fingers unconsciously toying with the leather holster at her side holding the sawed off winchester, too heavy to be a prop.

[dr-monroe]

Corn! For SIlvana

Closed starter for @silvana-alvarez

Location: Lost in a Corn Maze

Monroe hadn’t intended to spend her Saturday lost in a corn maze, and yet that is exactly what it was turning out to be. She had a strong feeling it had something to do with the group of teenagers that had rushed past, whooping and hollering with what looked suspiciously like one of the signposts in their hands. She spotted a bridge and made a beeline for it, hoping to get a vantage point to find a way out, but when she climbed the steps up above the stalks of corn she spotted the familiar figure of one of the few colleges she didn’t get along with. She considered backing back down but decided she didn’t feel like being the stereotypical first kill in a horror movie and swallowed her petty spite “Any chance you know how to get out of here?”

[dr-monroe]

silvana-alvarez​:

Silvana always knew her stubbornness was going to get her in trouble. It had started with their friend teasing them about not having a sense of direction, teasing that she was a city kid only able to find things with street names and a map. Bet you'll get lost in the corn maze even with the signs. God Silvana had wanted to prove them wrong, but a solid half hour later Silvana wasn’t sure if she'd ever find her way home. She had managed to find her way to high ground when she heard an unfortunately grating voice. One of her most annoying coworkers was making her way up the stairs. A snappy reply was ready on Silvanas' tongue but she just shook her head. Shed honestly take anything she could get right now. “The closest I've come to a way out is just walk into the corn and keep walking till I come out the other side. What about you?”

She snorted, gripping the wooden railing as she looked over the sea of corn and wondered how much trouble it would be to just start hacking through the corn with a machete, if she had a machete that was. The fact that her mind went directly to a machete had nothing to do with the fact that she was asking for help from the Pharmacist that routinely made Monroe’s life difficult. “I tried just pushing through but there are fences in the middle of the chunks and they hit that perfect spot of being too whimsy to climb but strong enough to stop any attempt going through” she alternated flexing and relaxing her hands, silently begging for all the corn to spontaneously disappear and free her. “I think I read somewhere that you are supposed to take all left turns but I don’t think I’ve been in a maze since highschool…” she trailed off, Silvana didn’t need her life story.

[dr-monroe]

Dr Lennox Monroe as Zoe Washburne in Firefly

[m-naftali]

For: Monroe || @dr-monroe Location: Macabre Exhibition 

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“I almost didn’t make it,” she said as she slid into the chair next to Monroe. “Surgery got postponed last minute - dumbass ate before he was supposed to go under and then got confused as to why he couldn’t have the surgery. That’s the last time I cover for another surgeon, gives me stupid shit –” she grumbled, “Did you know that setting up a program and working for a hospital really … really … is not something I’m cut out for?” she asked before leaning forward to order herself a drink - a beer from the tap. 

“Cut out for, hah - get it?” she asked, referring to her unintentional pun. 

She took a look at her surroundings. “This reminds me of med school - but not nearly as much parties and bad-idea hook ups. I’m waiting for my CO to come through the door any moment and tell me I’m an embarrassment to the uniform - even if I’m clearly not wearing the damn thing.” 

Michal shrugged and took a drink. “Anyway - anybody give someone the wrong look?” she asked, trying not to look hopeful.  

[dr-monroe]

Monroe startled slightly as Michal arrived, having spent the past twenty minutes chewing out anyone who dared sit down beside her. This is her first halloween macabre and she was surprised by the amount of civilians in attendance, leaving her to wonder if she should have been attempting to attend in years past. She visibly relaxed when she realized it was Michal, face unconsciously lighting up. “I’m glad you did, if I get one more frat boy in on a dare trying to flirt while proving he’s not scared of the dark I may lose it.” She warned dramatically, before finishing off her drink and signalling for another one from the bartender. 

The pun earned Michal a snort and a laugh, “Paperwork and interpersonal civilian bullshit not the shoreleave you dreamed of?” she teased, bumping her shoulder against the other doctor as she fought to keep a smug grin off her face. “I have to buy new shoes after my day, chainsaw carving, a haunted house and party drugs are not a combination a trauma surgeon would recommend. But it did get me quite an adrenellan rush, which I probably shouldn’t have enjoyed as much as I did.” It was wrong to brag about blood soaked shoes, and the hours of emergent trauma surgeries that was the result of one of the worst mistakes of someones life, but she couldn’t deny the high that an intense day of surgeries brought. 

“You can’t be an embarrassment in a uniform you look too damn good in, its an impossibility. Don’t worry, I’m sure you will get an opportunity for some fun before the night is out.” She promised, watching as another group of testosterone drunk zombie football players stumbled through the door. 

[dr-monroe]

jonah-jones​:

“Dr Monroe,” he expected she’d show up at some point. “Darin Oliver. Of course,” he stood up from his seat, and made room for her to set down the coffee and danishes. He liked to think of himself as organized, but to an outsider, you’d only see piles of paper work all over the place. And yet, it wouldn’t take Jonah more than 15 seconds to set his hands on what he’d been looking for. It hadn’t always been this way. He had tried many systems until he found one that made sense to him. The downside was, that it only made sense to him, and his colleagues hated that for certain. “There you are. Do you wanna take a look at him too, because you know how I feel about food in the morgue.” A sound way to hear him raise his voice, for once.

She didn’t mind the mess, she had no place to judge considering it’s how her space would look if she had a desk. The only reason her apartment appeared as clean as it was is she had someone who came in and cleaned for her, she had given up on pretending she knew how to keep a proper home a long time ago.

“I don’t need to see the body unless there are any developments I should be made aware” Monroe preferred to keep things at arms length when she lost a patient, she didn’t get a lot of time to grow attached but that didn’t mean their deaths didn’t effect her. Call it weakness, but once time of death has been called and she has informed the family she preferred to let their memory rest.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Pastry and necropsy are not my idea of an appetizing pairing.”

[dr-monroe]

Corn! For SIlvana

Closed starter for @silvana-alvarez

Location: Lost in a Corn Maze

Monroe hadn’t intended to spend her Saturday lost in a corn maze, and yet that is exactly what it was turning out to be. She had a strong feeling it had something to do with the group of teenagers that had rushed past, whooping and hollering with what looked suspiciously like one of the signposts in their hands. She spotted a bridge and made a beeline for it, hoping to get a vantage point to find a way out, but when she climbed the steps up above the stalks of corn she spotted the familiar figure of one of the few colleges she didn’t get along with. She considered backing back down but decided she didn’t feel like being the stereotypical first kill in a horror movie and swallowed her petty spite “Any chance you know how to get out of here?”

[horrificmemes]

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[dr-monroe]

MONROE || PUCK

[cultivatedmemes]

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Leaves crunching under your boots. 

Morning air just a bit colder than expected. 

The smell of warm cider in a mug. 

Sticky fake blood

Baking cinnamon muffins

Pumpkin spice

The harvest moon 

Corn mazes

Houses covered in Halloween decorations

Jumping into piles of leaves.

Pumpkins on porches  

Hay rides

Bobbing for apples

Itchy wool on skin

Going to a haunted house

Black cats crossing your path

Heat of a fireplace on a cold night

Harvest festival feasts

Carving jack-o-lanterns

First frost of the year

Crumbling tombstones

Full moon over head

Jello in plastic brain molds

Twigs snapping on the forest floor

Trick-or-treating

The call of an owl 

Dried and wilted flowers

Toilet paper mummies

Spooky ones

Scratching at the door 

Howling at the moon

Eyes in the trees 

Whispers from the shadows

Murder of crows gathered outside

Something’s under the bed 

Fog rolling on an open field

The only headlights on miles of open road

Footsteps coming up quickly from behind

A bathroom mirror in the dark

Buried alive

Watchful eyes that follow

Growls down the hall

Hands bursting from the earth

Friday the 13th

Tree branches like claws 

Wrought iron gates

An ancient mausoleum, stone door crumbling

A familiar voice in an unfamiliar place

Things that crawl in the walls

Cobwebs in the corners 

A scream in the night 

Blood washing down the shower drain

Hot wax dripping on pentagrams

Lightning over a castle 

The rattling of chains

Torn stitches

Fire hungry for tinder

[dr-monroe]

MONROE || PUCK 

[dr-monroe]

Closed starter for @jonah-jones

Location: Medical Examiner’s office

Monroe didn’t often work with Jonah, she did her best to keep her patients alive, and most that she did lose didn’t gerner the need of a medical examiner. Cause of death was typically pretty apparent, and her clientele didn't earn the attention of anyone willing to take the time to look further into their lives. When one of her patents was dragged in by 5-0 in handcuffs however that was different, it came along with a mountain of paperwork and a trip to Jonah’s office.

She stopped by a cafe on the way, picking up an extra coffee for Jonah and a few different pastries. It might be strange to bring snacks to a medical examiner’s office, but she liked to buy treats for her friends. Knocking on the door to his office she held up the drink carrier and box of pastries. “Hey Jonah, I’m here for the paperwork for Darin Oliver. I come bearing coffee and treats”

[dr-monroe]

m-naftali​:

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If there was one thing she learned, it was to take her shot when she got it. Sure, she may strike out a few times, but for the time when the planets were aligned, the bases were loaded, and everything was perfect to hit it out of the park – fuck, she had to give it a try. 

She leaned back on her arms, better to look up at the other woman. “Hah, doc meets doc, huh?” she teased, her laughter bubbling over as she shook her head at the games the universe played. What exactly what she going to do with a doctor? Most of the time, doctors were intelligent and knew a line when they heard it. It just meant she was going to have to give her all for Dr. Lennox Monroe. 

A tsking noise - a quick refusal at even the thought of celebrating the end of this current contract. “I’ve been part of the Army since JROTC in the ninth grade. It’s always been there -” a shake of her head. It always needs to be there for her. “And I’m completely transparent right?” she asked, now shifting to her side, prone on the ground. Let there be grass stains on her uniform for all she cares at this point. “My CO said that I was on mandatory leave, minimum six months else I would have already had my new contract signed and ready to go. I’m not great at sitting around and waiting.” 

So, she looked down towards the stage, considered what was being said and then decided to ignore it. “So, I’m here to help the folks at Lincoln Med to set up an emergency physician response program - as my CO said, I get to eat my cake and have it too - which is bullshit because my cake is on active overseas assignments not stateside but whatever, six months of playing nice with the civilians and helping start a program and I’m back where I belong.” 

Monroe settled down,  matching Michal’s prone position and propping her head up on one hand while she popped grapes in her mouth and listened to the captains protests at the thought of leaving military life. 

“JROTC, that means you’re serious, career and with planning too not an accidental enlistment. I can understand why you are so eager to go back” Monroe couldn’t think of what she would be doing if not working at the hospital, if she was suddenly cut lose and told she couldn’t work for 6 months. She would probably lose her mind without the structure, vacation was one thing, but that was voluntary.  She’s cursorily aware of the actors coming back on stage behind Michal. It’s disrespectful to keep talking, she knows this, and yet she’s enjoying the conversation too much to cut it short quite yet.

Monroe barely contains the snear at the mention of Lincoln Medical, its a petty rivelry from one side of the river to the other but one she had held on to since medschool, they tended to get new programs and she found it hard not to be bitter. “Lincoln Med is lucky to have you,” she flashes a thousand killawatt smile, forcing the bitterness back. “If you ever make it across to Harlem you should stop by and I can show you our trauma center, and then I can drag you to a bar and you can tell me everything that needs improvement.” Is it bribery for free labor and an unsubtle invitation to see the army medic again, sure, but she is feeling bold, and tired of looking to others for direction.

[dr-monroe]

s-moradi​:

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“I could call you Lennox if you wanted,” she said. “I was always stubborn about that - I kept my last name. Lennox Monroe - it has a nice ring to it, but I feel like – you deserve to be Lennox too. Take it from someone who is a filmmaker’s wife. You’re more than a doctor.” 

All right, she was done being sappy. If she continued that way, she was going to start saying things that she didn’t need to stay and better to keep things light and easy. She laughed at Monroe’s take of ignoring the universe. The idea was absurd to her, and she loved the difference in opinion. Samira loved looking for signs from the universe, a leaf falling at the perfect time, a butterfly or dragonfly appearing (ignoring that there were flowers nearby). 

She held onto Monroe’s hand and stayed close to her, glad for her presence as much as she was for the dogs to keep the rest of the crowd away. “Have you been able to get out outside of work?” she asked. “The record shop has a new shipment coming in a few days and I could always run interference to let you get some time to browse.” 

Monroe loves watching the spark of passion in Samira’s eyes as she advocates for the use of her first name, and identity outside her job, it’s like watching the woman come alive. She quirks an eyebrow at the mention of Pieter, and the implication that she is only known as the filmmakers wife. “I really don’t mind Monroe, but if you call me Lennox. We can make it into something fun, and could definitely confuse some of my interns. Back to the point, saying you’re a filmmakers wife is bullshit. He’s a documentarian’s husband for all I care.” Monroe doesn’t have a high opinion of the man, she attempts to keep at least neutrality on friends partners but Pieter tested that rule.

Stepping forward she ordered beer and pizza to replace what Samira had lost, letting go of her hand for just a few moments to hand over payment and accept the food.

“I try, but it’s busy. Honestly some days I feel like the only reason I get out is to run with the girls” She lead Samira towards the spot she had staked out on the grass, her picnic blanket and basket untouched. She set a pitcher of beer down in the space between her spot and the one beside it, payment to the twenty year old girls who had watched over her stuff.

[xoxoveronicasworld]

Where: Spotlight

Who: Anyone

Veronica walked up to the bar and took a seat. Being a lawyer was tough but being a lawyer for and in the Brotherhood was even tough. Although it was never a dull day. Catching the attention of the bartender to order herself a shot of tequila she began to scroll through her social media accounts. She turned her head when she noticed someone standing next to her. “You know for maximum attention, nothing beats a good mistake. Unless it lands you in the big house.”

[dr-monroe]

Monroe had spotted the lawyer and used it as an excuse to get out of a conversation and make her way to the bar for another drink. She ordered another drink for herself and slid into place beside the woman, casually sipping as she waited to be acknowledged. “I prefer to not make mistakes, malpractice isn’t quite my scene” she joked darkly, “besides, Izaak is already there, and I think a few of our friends may have strong opposition to gaining that kind of attention.” She had very strict orders to NOT garner extra attention, and getting thrown in jail was definitely up there.

[dr-monroe]

adamstarke​:

“No, I don’t think he ever minds having company.” Hans had always been far more of a social butterfly than Adam, though their time together had done its work to at least attempt to get Adam out of his proverbial shell.

Looking back to the woman beside him, he had to smile. “Well, I don’t think that’s crazy,” he assured her. “It’s nice to know it’s here. That it’s free for whoever wants it.” He shrugged, thoughtful. “I’ve lived in New York for a little while now, and I’ve never made it out here before.” He settled back once he was all set up. “Seemed like something I oughta cross off a bucket list. You got that kinda stuff?”

“Don’t feel bad. I know plenty of people who have lived here their whole lives and don’t know about stuff like this.” It was Monroe’s opinion that it was a tragedy that more people weren’t interested in events like this, New York was more than just broadway and big city lights. “God no” she laughs, “Sorry, I work in the ER. My most hectic shifts typically start with a number on a bucket list or a ‘here, hold my beer’ story. But I get why some people have them.” 

Originally posted by tessas-thompson

[dr-monroe]

izaakwalker​:

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Izaak has a migraine. He can’t tell if that’s due to dehydration, disarray, his post-protest-assault concussion, or some winning combination between them. Still, his head won’t stop pounding – a harsh pulsing, darting around the different parts of his brain, like a painful gnat that gnaws to survive. He almost refuses to stand up and leave his cell (which, considering New York’s rent prices, is a fairly nice accommodation) when he’s told that there’s a visitor for him, but then he hears the name. Lennox Monroe, now there’s someone he didn’t expect to see.

He watches Monroe carefully as she rambles on. When she cuts herself off, he waits, trying to gauge if she’s going to say anything else. She doesn’t. “Hey, thanks, I appreciate that. If you’re still in the giving mood, can you grab me a pack of Welcher’s fruit snacks?” he asks, nodding to the bag of quarters on the table. It’s actually Welch’s, but Izaak’s younger brother always called it Welcher’s, and so he’s mispronounced it to this day – a little piece of home that he doesn’t even realize he carries with him.

Once Monroe sits back down, Izaak reaches for the fruit snacks and tears into them. He chews through two before he looks back up to the doctor. “I didn’t think you’d come visit me,” he says. It’s a packed day in the visiting center and he doesn’t want any of the tables nearby overhearing anything too incriminating, so he chooses his words carefully. “I usually see you on the streets, at protests and soup kitchens. Not so much in… community meetings.” He pauses, eats a few more gummies and furrows his eyerows. “Did Milo send you?”

Monroe’s brow crinkles for a brief moment, the name leaving her momentarily stumped until the memory of a young child she had sat with in the ER while waiting for their parent to get out of surgery came to her. Fruit snacks, she isn’t sure what she expected but it catches her just slightly off guard and she smiles. “Of course, that’s what I brought the coins for,” 

There’s a small backup at the machine bank, and she takes the opportunity to take a breath and center herself. It’s stupid that she’s jittery, she has the calmest hands in the ER and never flinches in an emergency but stick her in front of the head of the organization that’s shaped her life and suddenly she’s all over the place. Monroe realizes the backup is caused by a young woman who’s quarters got eaten by the machine, and looks to be on the verge of tears. Stepping up she pulls a handful of coins out of her bag, and moves to a second machine explaining to the girl that the middle machine tends to eat coins, before purchasing the snacks she had missed out on. Once the other woman is calmed down she uses the last of her coins to buy the fruit snacks Izaak had requested as well as two bottles of Gatorade.

After he has eaten a few snacks she pushes a Gatorade toward him as she thinks over her response. “I’m here nearly every week, so it felt disrespectful not to at least say hello. Besides I wanted to check on you, you went down pretty hard. Did they take you to medical at all? I’m guessing you have a concussion.” Monroe’s held a deep disdain for the American prison system, and had no faith that Izaak had recieved any proper medical attention. She had spent a rotation during her residency working in a prison, and while she had deep respect for the doctors who worked there, it was not for her. The ability to actually be of use, and see the difference she was making was something she valued too much.

At the mention of Milo her eyes flash up to Izaak’s before she focuses on her own Gatorade, cracking open the hard orange plastic lid and taking a drink before she answers. “No.” She didn’t elaborate, she wasn’t about to showcase anything other then total support and faith in Milo. She may have personal disagreements with him on his preference for keeping her as far away from any possible danger, but she has utter belief in his ability to lead and protect their community. “I’m trying to change that actually, be a more active member of my community. Not just stand on the sidelines offering aide after the fact. I want to be proactive.”

[dr-monroe]

m-naftali​:

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“Can’t say I’d complain if you did bite,” she said with her casual flirtation that matched the smile she gave. She could do nothing else but flirt with women. She loved women - all women. The string of broken hearts in her wake was proof of that. She had the highest count of women among the people in her squad – and the only time she lost out was when the women were absolutely certain that they were into men or people with penises. Penises… not her thing. 

She took the invitation and moved further up the blanket, setting her hat aside. “Normally, I don’t come out in full uniform,” she admitted. “But I just got released from my contract, and it gives me the excuse to say: I’m Captain Inoa-Naftali - the guys call me Doc, but I let every sweet talking woman call me Michal because you see - my mother raised me with good manners, and I’d never have a woman call me Doc unless I was her doctor and while I’d love to play doctor - I’d hate to cut out a fun relationship by ruining it with professionalism.” 

If Monroe was surprised by Michal’s forwardness she hid it, listening instead as she offered her introduction. Her ears perked up when the captain mentioned her release from contract, a permanency beyond just being in New York on shore leave and what that would entail.

Monroe didn’t flirt often, her time consumed by work and The Brotherhood it had been years since her last serious relationship. It wasn’t that she was opposed to the idea, a relationship was something she simply didn’t have the time or space for in her life at the moment. She was a celibate nun by any means, she frequented the Pink Flamingo and Faux Folie and rarely had issue finding company for the night when she wanted it.

“Well far be it from me to dissuade you, it is a good look.” At the mention of Michal’s job within the military, and the offer to play doctor, she can’t help but laugh. “Well Michal, it’s a pleasure. I’m Lennox Monroe, though most everyone calls me Monroe. I don’t get doc very often, bitch is more common, but in my experience civilians tend to have a bit less respect for the people stitching them up. I’ll leave playing doctor for work, I’m sure we can find better things to do with our time. Tell me, are you celebrating the end of your contract? Or do you have the reenlistment paperwork half filled out with just a signature and date needed tucked away somewhere?” She’s genuinely curious, not all service members are ready for their contracts to end some preferring the familiarity of military life to trying to reintegrate into civilian day to day.

[dr-monroe]

s-moradi​:

—- 

She was struck with the absurdity of her situation. She was a damsel. She was in distress… and it wasn’t a prince who rode in on a white steed but a woman with two dogs. A giggle bubbled up from her chest, and she tried to stifle it. She had a horrible habit of giggling at all the wrong moments. Overwhelmed? Giggle. Stressed? Cry. The problem right now was she was currently overwhelmed and stressed. 

( she needed a grippy socks vacation, at least then she’d be able to get some sleep without worry. )

One minute, she was being yelled at and the next, an angel had led her away. Not just an angel, but a friend. “I never asked – do you want me to call you Monroe? I know it’s your last name.” Cue the start of a ramble as she obediently held out her hands. She closed them into fists to stop their shaking before opening them again. She had filmed in warzones. Stood against skinheads and terrorists. She marched in protests that ended in gunfire. She had been steady … once. Fearless… once. She lost it. 

“The one thing I’ll never be good at - people yelling at me,” she quipped as an excuse, rubbing her hands together to try and get the beer off of her hands. “I’ll repay you, I will,” she said, looking down to open her bag and dig through it until she found a little notebook with wire spiral edges. As of yet, he hadn’t started counting the pages in her idea book to see how many pages were missing. She wrote down an I - Samira Moradi - owe pizza and beer repayment x2 - effective 2022 and expires – never  🦋 the butterfly was her own touch. She loved butterflies and often doodled them when she wrote notes to herself. 

She scoffed. “I think that was the universe’s way of saying I shouldn’t have pizza or beer. Something something can’t get pregnant with carbs….,” she shrugged, but her stomach growled and she sighed. “I’d … actually love pizza and beer. What’s another month without conception - I’m getting old anyway.” So, she held her hand out to Monroe. “If you hold my hand, I think I’m brave enough to go back to the pizza booth.” 

Monroe noted the shaking hands, the barely stifled nervous giggles and the wide watery fear she saw lingering in the other woman’s eyes but she didn’t comment on any of it, just tucked the observation away for another moment when she wasn’t managing a friend on the verge of going into shock, or having a breakdown. She let Samira ramble, hoping it would expend some of her anxious energy. “Monroe is fine, barely anyone calls me Lennox anymore. Curse of being a doctor I suppose.” 

She bites her tongue to keep from protesting as Samira insists on making note of the perceived debt, it’s obviously something she feels strongly about. “If the voice of the universe is an asshole who doesn’t understand basic common courtesy then I don’t give a fuck what the universe is trying to say.” She was attempting for levity but can still feel the rage tugging her to go back and find the man responsible for causing her friend distress. 

She takes Samira’s proffered hand with with a gentle but brilliant smile, signaling silently for the girls to continue to make space around them as they headed back into the Frey. “It would be an honor to escort you Ms Moradi”