walk the line | rita & farah
In Rita’s frantic attempts at packing before she caught the next flight out of London, she had managed to botch up her luggage almost as much as her life.
She was good on underwear – she’d managed to pack all of the underwear she owned, one single hot pink bra that actually didn’t even really fit anymore, three pairs of shoes (or rather two pairs of shoes and two different pairs of flip flops that didn’t match but looked similar enough that’s he got confused), a whole bunch of sweaters despite the fact that it was still summer, one skirt, and one pair of khaki shorts that matched with none of the sweaters she brought.
Needless to say…. She needed to shop. And she was doing a pretty okay job of it, too -- she’d gotten enough clothes to last her until she could find a place of her own and not Dinah’s couch. On the last wind of her shopping excursion, Rita had been standing in the toothpaste aisle for at least a good four minutes and counting as she read up on the difference between Colgate and Crest because apparently this Target hadn't carried her usual brand. Complete rubbish. But after finally settling on Crest, throwing it irritatedly into her cart, she moved onto the next aisle.
Sure, Rita was a total lesbian with a deep appreciation for the female anatomy, but it wasn't just that that caused Rita to do a double take at the blonde currently squatting in front of the lotion. Rita hadn't been in town too long, and before that it had been a good eight years since law school and she decided to move back to London, but she liked to think she was pretty caught up on the Sullivans. She'd seen pictures of Farah, obviously, since she'd last seen the youngest Sullivan back when she was rooming with Dinah, but pictures couldn't really do her justice.
A slow, small smile crept up onto her face, her toothpaste woes already forgotten. "I was wondering when I'd finally run into you," Rita made her presence known as she leaned casually against her cart, rolling back and forth with a cheeky grin. "I almost didn't recognize you without pigtails and the retainer," she joked, almost snootily though her meaning far from it.
