@esanders
Lilith did not turn back around to address any of the absolute bullshit that spewed out of Grady's mouth again. There were fresh hot angry tears she swiped off her cheeks, shoving past people if they got in he way and ignoring anyone's disgruntled remarks. "Fuck off," this was said to some drunken man, who stumbled up in approach, and had some choice slovenly words about her as a bitch or something. Like she cared.
Her plans were to just go back to her apartment... Maybe slam some cabinets, find something vengeful to watch on TV. Or, she could linger, pick up some guy to hook up with (not that fat fuck drunk), and intentionally post pictures of herself and him all over her socials?! To piss off and upset Grady. But then savior came in the form of Eric Sanders, who texted to meet up because he was here for the 4th of July.
With a sniffle and wipe of her eyes, she changed course and stomped to where he told her to meet up. The second she caught sight of him, she started in. "What is wrong with you men?!" Lilith demanded of Eric, like this was his fault, and he should speak on behalf of his sex. "I thought men were supposed to want sex?! Am I just not sexy enough anymore, is that it?" her arms crossed protectively over her chest, trying not to let the hurt win out. She was holding onto the anger instead. "Don't even say the name Grady to me, or so help me.." she warned, expelling a frustrated huff.