starter for: @mdwomn location: brunch
Yes, Brie had been avoiding Gigi. It's not uncommon for the two to go through bouts of no communication, but this hadn't been the aftermath of some petty fight or misunderstanding. If someone were to ask, it was her nose -- She'd spent the last two weeks working from home and icing her injury, grateful that the swelling and bruising had mostly healed by now. At least, enough to cover any other offending marks with makeup, so that she didn't have to hide behind sunglasses. No, the truth had nothing to do with her injury -- And everything to do with her ex, the one Gigi called a best friend. The blonde still wasn't entirely sure how to categorize that night. She hadn't been drunk or high or anything of the sort -- Just emotional, running on adrenaline and feelings she'd thought she'd buried deep. She could only assume Gigi knew what happened, that the sweats Gabe had let her borrow for her walk of shame the next morning were now hanging over her desk chair, taunting her.
She couldn't avoid the woman forever, unfortunately -- Which is why she finds herself sitting across from Gigi now. She's supposed to be looking over her brunch menu, but Brie hasn't read anything in front of her. All she's done is down two bottomless mimosas and silently try to read Gigi's mind. "I can't believe you made me come to a place that serves Margaritas at brunch." Brie speaks up, shaking her head. Thank god for her years of pageantry -- It's made her poker face unmatched, expertly hiding what she's actually feeling. "It's sacrilege."