“And I can’t exactly drink any more of it when it expired last week.” Darlene stated matter-of-factly, thumbing through an app on her phone boredly — likely one that involved food, or grocery delivery, or whatever the hottest new dating-used-as-a-booty-call app was. At least those guys had fresh milk at their apartments. “Yeah, thank God. It was already weird enough coming in here and seeing him, think about how much weirder if would’ve been if he’d been naked sitting there.” She lingered on the thought for a moment, unsure if it was one that she should have enjoyed or not, she didn’t exactly know John well enough to go picturing him in the nude — because not knowing a person had certainly stopped her from doing so before, hadn’t it?
Darlene looked up to watch as Elliot moved across the apartment, eventually taking a seat at his computer, something that intrigued her enough for her to sit up just a little straighter in her seat, as though trying to peer over the top of his head and read what was happening on the screen, even from such a far distance away. Unfortunately her eyes weren’t nearly that good, and the glasses she’d come in wearing were strictly a fashion statement, proving to also be of no help to the situation. Not to mention they were on top of her head, an inconvenient place even if they had actually been of some use to her. “Geesh, you don’t gotta be such a dick about it. Hard day at the office?” There was a teasing tone in her voice, the implication of something else hidden in the otherwise normal and mundane sentence.
And she'd said they didn’t speak in code.
“Well, I was in the neighborhood. Taking a walk through the classiest part of Chinatown and I thought I’d drop in, hang around and wait for you to get off and then maybe order a little food, because judging by the state of your fridge if I didn’t you and barely legal over here would starve to death.” Darlene jerked her head in the direction of John, as though it wasn’t completely obvious who she had been talking about, though her attention had long since returned to the screen of her phone. "I got a copy of this absolute shit movie called Prophecy. How do you feel about Thai food?"
There were other things she needed to discuss with Elliot, but they’d have to be put on hold until they could afford some actual privacy.
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Darlene looked up to watch as Elliot moved across the apartment, eventually taking a seat at his computer, something that intrigued her enough for her to sit up just a little straighter in her seat, as though trying to peer over the top of his head and read what was happening on the screen, even from such a far distance away. Unfortunately her eyes weren’t nearly that good, and the glasses she’d come in wearing were strictly a fashion statement, proving to also be of no help to the situation. Not to mention they were on top of her head, an inconvenient place even if they had actually been of some use to her. “Geesh, you don’t gotta be such a dick about it. Hard day at the office?” There was a teasing tone in her voice, the implication of something else hidden in the otherwise normal and mundane sentence.
And she'd said they didn’t speak in code.
“Well, I was in the neighborhood. Taking a walk through the classiest part of Chinatown and I thought I’d drop in, hang around and wait for you to get off and then maybe order a little food, because judging by the state of your fridge if I didn’t you and barely legal over here would starve to death.” Darlene jerked her head in the direction of John, as though it wasn’t completely obvious who she had been talking about, though her attention had long since returned to the screen of her phone. "I got a copy of this absolute shit movie called Prophecy. How do you feel about Thai food?"
There were other things she needed to discuss with Elliot, but they’d have to be put on hold until they could afford some actual privacy.