Bristol ( @bristol-hqs)
“Yeah, yeah - I’ll tell her you say hi. Love you too, daddy. Bye!” Ches hangs up the phone as she sits down at the table across from Rissa, setting her phone next to the table as she takes her coat off. “Bristol! I’m so glad to see you.” The words just gush out of her motuh as she makes comfortable. “Dad says hello. I think he likes hearing I’m on my way to spending time with you. Good influence, right? How are you doing?” Perhaps the question wasn’t exactly the best one to ask, after-all - she was in Iceland to catch the scumbag that was cheating on her. Perhaps Ches was biased in that regard, Rissa was family - whether or not they were related (they weren’t) or if the Carmichaels liked the thought, they were still of interest of her father.
Which meant, loveless marriage or not, the man cheating on Clarissa was on Ches Elswood’s shit-list, and likely would be until the day he died. If it was something the blonde in front her wasn’t okay with in her relationship, it wasn’t okay to the redhead either.
“You don’t even know how much I’ve missed having a friendly face around. I ran into Washington the other day, I’m still trying to get the stench out of my nose.” She rolls her eyes a little as she rambles, taking a deep breath as she tries to shake the annoyance about seeing that acquaintance. “You’re coming to the tree lighting, right?” Perhaps she was a bit too happy to have Rissa in front of her at the moment, but Ches had gone months without seeing someone she loved in person. One could argue Clarissa Carmichael walking through that door two weeks ago was a bit like a Christmas present for the redhead. Perhaps Denver was nice to have around, and she occasionally got to bump in other ghosts from her real life - but there was something different about the sister she never was able to have walking through the door.
If only it was under better circumstances, like wanting to surprise her instead of something so horrible.