( @bovalentine )
For twenty-two minutes she’d been sitting there at the bus stop; no reason... other than she was still suffering from a pretty bad hangover after a night of drinking --- and every couple blocks she’d to sit down and gather herself again. Unfortunately, she’d caught the attention of a particularly unwanted male specimen, and for THIRTEEN of those TWENTY-TWO MINUTES, he’d been desperately trying to woo her.
‘…So what’s a pretty thing like you waitin’ around for a bus for?’ Head tilted in all its heaviness, clearly disinterested, she took a moment to think. “ Uh… well, I’d like to get home... and my car’s in the shop, so… ” A lie. She wasn’t completely sure why she’d said it, but it’d been said. A shake of his head, he took a step closer. ‘Hm, no, you know what I think? I think God himself sent you down to sit here today so we’d have a chance to meet.’
Aaaannnnd just like that, she’d tuned out --- though to be fair, she’d never really been ‘tuned in’. Regardless of her THROBBING headache, this beefy muscle head was nowhere near her type; for Bee was into men of scrawnier stature.
A look up to the heavens, the tired blonde couldn’t help but throw out an obvious eye roll. “ …Guess fucking so. ” Heavy sarcasm. Politeness be DAMNED. If only she had the STRENGTH to get up and walk away now.
Looking past the man as he commented on her 'rudeness’, Bee happened to catch the sight of a small brunette lugging an oxygen tank behind her across the street, and she immediately perked up. A very strong recollection of once wrapping her arms around the girl, comforting her after a doctor’s appointment had come to mind. “ Bo? ” She called. What an actual Godsend. Christ, she hadn’t seen her in MONTHS. “ Bo! ” She called again --- her hands placed at the sides of her face this time, corners of her lips curling.