vanessa-ohara:
Vanessa’s eyes moved from the taller man’s face to the tray he was taking from her hands as she laughed quietly.
She had always been bad at making jokes and the expression on his face was so surprised and confused that it was somewhat unexpected coming from somebody who was, according to those boys, a terrifying monster. Although, she did begin to feel bad for laughing at his face, “s-sorry,” she spoke softly, biting into her lip in an attempt to stifle any more laughter.
When the other man began speaking, her eyes moved from the tray to him. A faint smile playing on her lips. It was always nice to see somebody who still managed to have a sense of humor despite the circumstances. No matter how dark it was, it still made her happy. “That so?” Turning her attention back to the taller man and focusing on the ‘cracked open’ phrase the one next to him had used, she made another dry joke, “congrats on the sobriety.”
Without waiting for a response from either of them, the redhead took a step backwards. “Alright, if either of you need anything my name is Vanessa,” her eyes moved to the man she hadn’t brought food to yet, “I’ll go grab you something to eat.” With that she turned and made her way back to the truck. She was once again swarmed by the regulars but, she didn’t pay much attention to what they were saying, she quickly put together another sandwich, put some soup into a bowl, grabbed a bottle of water, and made her way back to the two men. “Here you go. I hope you enjoy.”
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“Oh, we will.” Roman assured her, excited by the meal before him. The first one he had had in months.
She seemed genuine, but Ace still couldn’t find it in him to trust her and the unwarranted kindness. In his experience, no one was kind for no reason. He looked over at his brother who had already cracked open the bottle of water and was chugging it. He wasn’t foaming at the mouth yet, so she wasn’t feeding them cyanide. “Thank you.” Is all he could muster, answering for both he and his brother.
“D’ya wanna sit, Ace?” Roman asked, nodding to a flat desert rock shielded from the city by a RTA bus as part of the border to the slum. He leaned in and gave a poor attempt at a whisper. “You can still watch her from over there and I can eat this grilled cheese while it’s hot.”
“Why do you do this?” Ace asked her, stone-faced but not accusingly. He genuinely felt no threat, but there had to some ulterior motive in his mind.”You can’t be making money off of us.” He said, separating her from the rest of the people in the valley. He was used to that by now. Us against them. He waited for an answer as Roman sighed and walked towards the shaded area to eat.











