closed starter · griselda & pierre @pierremaddox location · sunset grill
long arms covered in the thick fabric of her sweatshirt are stretched across the table between them, inching closer and closer to the male seated across from her if only to literally bridge the gap between them. now, what was the cause of this metaphorical gap ? griselda could describe it in two ways — the first being the most obvious : the tragedy that hung over pierre's family members like the thick blanket of smog that sprawled over los angeles. the second cause, however, was griselda's preferred scapegoat, mostly because she actually knew how to combat it — pierre's pissass mood.
she'd practically dragged him out of the hospital, intent on getting something into his body besides shit-level caffeine or whatever questionable slop they were serving in the cafeteria. in a perfect world, she would've chosen a place with a little more pizzazz than sunset grill, but it was close by, and gris was unwilling to take a chance on pierre changing his mind.
" this coffee tastes like asshole. " she spoke with a straight face, blinking slowly as she looked around the restaurant. it was a habit of hers, always identifying exits, taking note of people who looked suspicious, and even more so of people who didn't. " i will say, " a sigh elicited as she looked back at him, created out of empathy for the bags under the male's eyes. " you look kind of good when you're all sleepy and disgruntled or whatever. have you ever thought of taking up hard drugs ? it could be a look for you. might do it for me. " whatever she could say to improve his state of mind.
