sourires-et-masques:
Smoke and stench of alcohol clung to every corner of Hannah’s bedroom. For days she’d just been drowning her anxieties in the two vices, when she would throw off the garb of positivity that she’d worn all day pretending she was all fine and it was all sunshine and daisies. Pulling herself together, she decided to clean up her house because wallowing would not quite help her. Well, it wasn’t her original thought, more like her brother’s words of wisdom but, they had worked.
Hannah had finished cleaning up the place an hour ago, showered and changed into something nice to improve her own mood, and prepared some quiche lorraine which was now happily baking away in the kitchen. Pouring herself some white wine, she was just settling in on the couch with a book when there was a knock at her door.
Surprised as she wasn’t expecting company she walked across the hallway to open the door only to have an exhausted looking Elliot storm in, complete with a briefcase and a business tone. “Uhm, hello, Elliot! What a pleasant surprise. Please, come in,” she said sarcastically but, in an amused tone as she followed him to her living room.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked warmly even though, taking in his appearance she felt sympathetic towards the man. The Diamonds would be the death of him.
“I told you on our phone call. I have papers you need to sign for when we all inevitably get pulled into some dark, dank room for questioning.” His tone was exasperated, tired of the fact that he had done this too many times to count, that he still had people to visit and forms to sign, and he was getting an ugly callous on his thumb from clicking pens.
At the look of confusion across Hannah’s features, Elliott finally took a moment to stop and stare, brow furrowed in confusion. “I called.”
He... had... called... right?
Elliott took a deep breath.
“I didn’t call, did I.”
