EZRA
You're not trying to be mysterious, but if you wind up doing so accidentally, hey- no harm no foul. As long as it keeps old grey-hair's interest long enough that he'll help you out, you're fine being as mysterious as needed. Besides, flirting with him is a good distraction from all the other shit going on.Your only real friend here being dead, for instance.
"We fucked," you reply with a shrug, staring down at your hands in an uncharacteristic moment of stillness. "She was my boss." As though those two statements come together to make any amount of fucking sense- but nothing here has made sense yet, so why should it start now?
Alright, stop sulking, you're too pretty for that.
You take another drink from the bottle, smiling brightly at the man and reaching out to take the pieces of a lantern frame into your hands. Okay. You got this. It can't be too hard.
........
It can be too hard. It is definitely too hard.
By the time the silver fox tells you it's time to add on fabric you've managed to construct a makeshift square... ish... thing. Fuck, this is frustrating, and you're o v e r i t. Picking out some blood red cloth (sexy, like her), you turn to the fearless leader of this merry troupe, trying to appear a little helpless and a lot embarrassed and appropriately abashed. "Hey, babe, think you could help a girl out? I'm kinda having a rough time here, and you seem to have the whole thing down."
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
