continued for @lipstcklover from the source
"we don't need pleasantries," brooklyn remarks back with an eyes roll, though is now glaringly aware of the fact she needs to keep her voice down as the establishment was nicer than usual for the average date. unfortunately, that also makes it more difficult to leave, no matter how grating cordelia's answer was. "likewise. finally — something you and i can agree on." a huff and she's distraught enough to ruin her otherwise perfect posture, leaning back to slump ever so slightly in her seat. "i don't know, i really fucking hope not. she doesn't have a reason to." but then again, most people in their tax bracket don't really need a reason to do anything, do they?













