#dinahsullivan

[s0phiewrightman-blog]

runawaywithme.mp3 | sophie & dinah

Sophie sat mindlessly flipping through the channels, curled up in a soft quilt, a mug in her hand and Steve curled up at her feet. It was after 5 p.m., so it wasn’t coffee or tea that filled her trusty cup with a fancy painted S that Dinah had gotten her for her birthday a few months back, but it still got the job done after a long day. While Sophie didn’t so much mind the female Paynes or Mia, it seemed like too much to ask for a simple life here in Colorado – not with Augustus Payne running around – and she hadn’t been working at the shelter long enough for Auggie to come in and try and feed himself to a rehabilitated rattlesnake without raising a few eyebrows. But overall Sophie was very happy here. It was quieter than the Chicago suburb; the mountains were unlike anything she’d ever seen, the people were friendly and happy and active and occasionally pretty high but for as perfect as it was here in Colorado, it was the cherry on top that she was here with Dinah. Although, not technically currently here with Dinah. Steve, no longer a puppy but a well-adjusted young man, snoozed dutifully while he waited for his owner to get home from work – meanwhile, Sophie almost knew down to the very minute that Dinah would walk through the door with Chinese and another bottle of wine (a good idea, considering Sophie had just downed the last of the bottle from a couple nights ago). That was normal between roomies, right? Sophie was just used to their schedule by this point: Sophie would be up at the asscrack of dawn to see Dinah pad through the house in her cute little pj’s, mumbling about coffee and Sophie would make another pot before she left to go give a baby elk a bubble bath or some thing or another. Then, she’d come home from work and take Steve on some errands or for a walk around the park before coming home to crash on their couch and wait for Dinah to get home from work so they could double up on the loveseat and talk shit about their days and paint each other’s toenails and finish rerunning Friends. They hadn’t been in Colorado for long, but it almost felt routine by this point; like the honeymoon period was coming to an end. You know, the honeymoon being when they had literally vacationed in Hawaii where all they did was swim and drink and dance and share a bed overlooking a sandy tropical beach. And while Sophie was almost fairly certain that she had kissed Dinah after at least 8 too many piña coladas and they had then proceeded to move into a house together in a whole different state than where they had previously lived, Sophie almost felt as though the only advances being made were the ones towards the morgue. First comes love, then comes marriage, then death – correct??? Of course, it didn’t help that Sophie was literally the most stereotypical lesbian of all; falling hard and very fast for the badass lawyer babe who had literally only just gotten out of an engagement (with a man) and was being followed around by some hot vampire (also a man) when Sophie had met her. Stereo. Fucking. Typical. It had been messy from the very start. But then Sophie practically perked at the sound of a key in the door, and if she had a tail, it would have been wagging just as Steve’s was as soon as Dinah walked through the door, obliterating all other worries away just to see Dinah’s grin as Sophie peeked her head up over the back of the couch to see her. “Hey, good looking,” Sophie clicked her tongue, shooting Dinah a small smirk as she watched her kick off her heels. “What’s cooking? I cannot wait to tell you all about Steve’s new girlfriend, Chamomile. It was love at first butt sniff, I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

[ritacarmichael-blog]

economy blues | rita & dinah

Rita rolled her bags through O'Hare almost pathetically – not just because she was used to other people rolling her bags for her but also because that was sort of just the direction her life was heading at the moment. The back wheel on her luggage seemed to be stuck on something preventing it from rolling or just broken off altogether, her hair a frazzled mess from the air, her feet dragging just as pathetically as her luggage. After a layover at JFK that lasted a lot longer than Rita would have liked, followed by another 4 hours in economy without a window seat, she was just so… tired.

The trip to Illinois had been rather spontaneous. Rita could have probably gone anywhere; got on the next flight out of London to never return – because even though she might have been a rich brat with more book smarts than street smarts, she had been at that point where anywhere was better than London. London with her parents who were as stubborn as nails and unacceptable of their daughter to boot.

One minute, she was arguing with her parents in the formal dining room which never really felt like a comfortable him to begin with, her phone dinging in her pocket with a text from Dinah who had probably sent her a stupid cat video again – the next, she was booking a flight out for the next morning. At the time, it felt a little bit like kismet.

Now, rolling her luggage through O'Hare, waiting behind a family on the moving walkway where a child promptly sneezed up at her and reached for her sweater to wipe off his snot… It felt less like kismet and more like a death wish. This was how zombie apocalypses started. This was how diseases spread. She couldn’t go back now, Dinah was already waiting for her in pick-up.

Luckily, as soon as she saw said best friend/former roommate/occasional college drunk experimental buddy, the weight of the world seemed to lift a little bit off her shoulders (though not the snot off her cashmere sweater). Rita stopped to smile and appreciate from afar before tugging her luggage along and zipping through the crowd, her grin growing with every passing second before she was finally right there, and Rita threw her arms over her shoulders and immediately: “I’m covered in snot.”

[sophiewrightman-blog]

puppy chow | sophie & dinah

Sophie didn’t like her job. She loved her job. In fact, if her apartment building had been one that had actually allowed her to have animals, she would probably have 27 of them instead of her lazy ass cousin of a roommate, but here she was. Hoping. Wishing. Pining. Mostly playing. 92% of her job was grabbing the ears of each and every animal that stepped their furry little paws through the door and calling them a good boy or girl and giving them like 14 treats only to find out their owner wanted them on a diet. Fat little dogs were her super secret weakness. Sophie was sitting kindergarten style in a tug of war with a ferret named Calvin whose owner was out of town for a week on business when the front bell dinged and the door opened to reveal the best, most adorablest, cutest ever golden labrador pup she had ever laid eyes on in her whole 23 years of existence. Sophie wasn’t one of those kinds of people. Fat dogs were a weakness. Mutts were unique. She cried for three weeks straight thinking about a three-legged chihuahua someone had brought in once – and there wasn’t even anything physically wrong with the chihuahua, it was totally healthy and happy. It just had three legs. But if Sophie was being totally 112% honest with herself, there was no way in hell that she could ever resist a fucking golden. labrador. puppy. She shoved Calvin back into his little house before belly flopping and holding her arms out to the puppy who galloped – fucking galloped his cute furry golden paws over to her, and she promptly squealed as she shoved her nose at his own goofy wet schnoz. “You are so fucking cute, yes you are! What is your name you furry little idiot??!” Sophie turned his red, white and blue name tag over in her hand before practically squealing once more. “Steve?? Oh my god.” Sophie hadn’t even looked up at the owner yet, but her eyes turned up from her spot on the floor that surprisingly wasn’t covered in dog hair because she had thankfully just swept that evening… Legs. Just miles of legs and, you know, a torso, and then the face of some very attractive blonde who was looking down at the fucking nutty blonde on the ground choking out her dog like she was crazy or something. “Ohhh my god.” Sophie wasn’t crazy. She hopped up, using the table beside her for assistance, knocking a teensy tiny pyramid of dog shampoo over in the process and quickly flailing to catch them before they could roll off and hit the ground, turning at least three shades of pink within the allotted 2.7 seconds she’d needed to pick herself up. Sophie didn’t bother putting the bottles back into pyramid form, simply leaned against the table casually. “Hi. Welcome to Every Dog Has Its Day Care. I’m Sophie. Your dog is really cute.”

[edgargrundy-blog]

beware of the dogs | eddie & dinah

Eddie didn’t have a dog. To be perfectly honest, he kind of hated dogs (despite the fact that he kind of was one); despised anything with hair, really (even though he had more of it that probably anything). But being a walking, talking, living, breathing contradiction didn’t stop Edgar Grundy from taking a walk through the dog park almost every day.

To be fair, he took the walk through the dog park as a shortcut. It was located perfectly between Dong’s garage and his (Oliver’s) apartment, and seeing as Dong still lived with his mother and Rats’ car was running on fumes, he had to walk home from band practice today. He would have asked Spits to drive him home, but Spits was being kind of a dick about not letting any of the other dudes ride on the back of his scooter.

It was a whole thing.

“YAH!” Eddie screamed at a little ankle biter, pausing to assume karate pose as their owner simply laughed and Eddie quickly ran past. He almost screamed as another much bigger dog quickly bounded up to him with a stick. He could see the exit of the dog park just beyond the trees, but he was beginning to think that he was also starting to see the light which he was only assuming was his impending doom.

But maybe it was fate that the giant horse of a dog came barreling at him, leading him off the path and to a more secluded section of the park. Unfortunately, the horse followed, barking happily after him. Eddie had been about to climb a tree when another much smaller but possibly scarier dog came at him from the side, causing him to quickly change course, only to barrel over one of the only other non-dogs in the dark park. He shouted obscenities as his legs flailed over her, narrowly missing stepping on her altogether and instead tripping on his own two feet and landing on his face beside her with an ‘oof!’

Eddie hated dogs.

A chihuahua wearing a sweater began yipping and running all around him, while the horse dropped the stick beside his head and let out a sharp bark of protest. Another growl came from somewhere beside him, and a wet lick against his ear suggested that there was a fourth dog in the mix as well, but Eddie wasn’t going to move for anything. In fact, he was all too keen to let each animal have a limb and tear him apart and just get it over with.

It seemed like the dogs were pretty bored with the fact that Eddie didn’t want to play, however. A moment later the horse bounded off to chase a squirrel and the chihuahua that was probably named Mitzy ran off at the call of its name, leaving the conspicuous growling and the source of his wet face left. Eddie finally turned his head, looking into the (very confused) eyes of Dinah Sullivan.

Yeah, it was totally fate.