continued from here for @loeathing
She said she was trying her best and she was — probably better than Carmen even deserved, as she heard from Dani, after a few shots of tequila, multiple times that night. Even right up until closing, when her coworker-slash-best friend finally left her with a regretful look, as though she were walking past lonely dog in the pound. Still, Sydney tried her best, because she was the kind of person that still did that, even if it did leave her feeling like a looked over pound puppy. She'd ordered her drink from Antonio quickly, thankful the man didn't even bother attempting to charm her again (though maybe this was more so due to the look she knew Carmen was giving him from across the bar than due to Sydney's swiftness in ordering), she had Dani order the rest of the drinks (she convinced herself this was out of convenience for her and not to spare Carmen), and she waited around as the bar emptied out (as promised).
It was doing her best and Sydney knew it was pretty good for the situation at hand. Whether or not Carmen considered it her best was up to her and with the opening of the bar doors for one final time that night, the blonde figured she was about to find out just how the other woman felt. Or not — Carmen not talking about how she felt is exactly why she was there, pacing in front of a bar at two in the morning, wishing she’d thought to bring a jacket as her hands shoved deeper into the pockets of her jeans, waiting for the other to start the conversation she’d so desperately wanted earlier.
“I told you I’d wait.” It felt like something she’d always be doing for the other. Waiting. “You can walk me home and I’ll listen to whatever you have to say until we get there.”
