special delivery for ; @beckanderson
date ; sunday afternoon, 4 p.m.
location ; newport beach alano club
Looming in the far, back-end, corner of the Alano Club, aware of the endless set of hues having peered toward her general direction, was where Jolie occupied herself after explaining toward the leader of the session on her appearance in emotional support for her friend. The tone in the older lady who was holding the meeting was engulfed with endless kindness and overtaking with a state of understanding. A brief introduction stated on Jolie’s behalf started off the session, letting everyone know where her position and reasoning was for being here, only to disappear from the group circle, nodding in a reassuring manner toward Beck, knowing she made clear of her schedule for whenever the other wanted to attend a session. Today was Jolie’s first time in a Narcotic Anonymous meeting. Not for herself. For Beck. Yet, the blonde had her own experience nearly twelve years ago with experimenting with drugs. Something she had carelessly indulged in due to the effects of the numbing drugs did to her and the state of her rattling, remorseful emotions which had someone constantly nit-picking every moment. That was her mother, Charity Howard. Although, where she dabbled when she was younger, others weren’t unfortunate. Yet, if all of them could relate to how the substance did wonders to the numbing sensation of their emotions within the confines of their chest or in their conscious, they all were one and the same. Nonetheless, the silence was powerful from her behalf, listening and admiring the challenges life had thrown at others whilst they attempted to better themselves for a future. Which was why Jolie came here for Beck. To be the person to hopefully guide into this new point of the brunette’s life. After all, the blonde saw the other as her sister and would do anything for her.
As time carried on, members went from their stories to the next, the older lady who was holding the session stood up, indicating time was wrapping up and if anyone wanted coffee or any sweets for their caffeinated beverage they are more than welcome to grab some as sweet treats. There was an assortment. From the distance, in the corner where she was perched, she had eyed all of the treats gently. Nonetheless, as the noise of the chairs were pushed away from the individuals, a few people went over to the table, the blonde proceeded toward Beck with a gentle smile. “Hey you,” greeting with a delicate tone coursing upon her song-bird range, still wearing her steady beam as a tilt of her head toward Beck now. “How are you feeling?” It was the only thing that could’ve come out of her mouth. It was a genuine question after all. The emotions of Beck was the highest concern in Jolie’s life. After all, this is why they attended together for the role of emotional support from the blonde while to be here if Beck needed to say more or nothing at all. “Do you want to get some treats?” Her hands were resting in the back pockets of her dark-washed Mother Looker of Jeans, head swiveling toward the mass of sweets laying there before seafoam hues diverted upon her once again, “Or would you like to get some dinner? We are nearby Bluewater Grill or Malarky’s Irish Pub..” Perhaps the other didn’t want sweets and wanted something proper to eat. There were an endless amount of food options in this area. Whichever Beck ended up deciding, the other would follow through.
