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Abigail Flynn ([personal profile] abster) wrote2015-02-10 03:14 pm

Freaking Fertile Flynn's at the Quill [OPEN]


Sat at an empty table, 8tracks open and headphones plugged in, she sat tapping away on her state of the art laptop as she mindlessly tested the strengths of the Cabot and Harpy estates. Something she'd been poking at for a while since Corrine had first asked her to check up on Will, she hadn't exactly told her to keep poking around but she was curious and their firewalls were practically inviting her to look around. And it kept her mind off things: things with Kim, things with Ed, her mom, Gabby living with her dad and Corrine's mom. Besides it wasn't like she was really doing anything wrong.

"Scrambled eggs, salmon and-" A voice began making Abby's nostrils flare. That stench. Swallowing down the nausea, she ripped her headphones off and ran towards the bathroom before she began to puke her guts out. She'd been like this for a few days, it wasn't nothing serious just puking mostly in the morn... ings.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Abby muttered, pulling her phone out of her pocket and trying to figure out when the hell her last period was. Because this was stupid and she wasn't that stupid. And she was late. Like not even a little bit late, like a lot late. She'd just- assumed with her mom, the stress of losing her and the grief. Except now she was puking and Flynn's were fertile fuckers. And Ed was... fucking her like a lot. "Fuck. Fuck!"

Tapping in her phone, she sent out an S.O.S text out. She could not be this stupid, she could not be.

"I'm going to kill him. FUCK!" Abby yelled from the bathroom, kicking the bathroom stall door.



ooc: either get a text from abby or here her swearing/puking in the bathroom at the Quill.
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[personal profile] meowhistory 2015-02-10 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Lena only wanted to use the bathroom and go on with her camera work again (it was a beautiful day, she needed to satisfy her through-the-lens urges) and now she was ..
there was a loud woman puking and cursing and keeping Lena from leaving the bathroom. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, because even though none of this could be directed at her, she still was the type to feel guilty.

"Excuse me?"
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[personal profile] meowhistory 2015-02-10 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It was the woman that had found her. Like Lena could possibly recoil any further.

Abbie. Wasn't it Abbie, from her Cinderella time?

"Your .." She looked around. "Where's your bag? What does it look like?"
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[personal profile] meowhistory 2015-02-11 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
She tried not to squeak a protest, instead leaving to find her bag.

"Abbie, are you ok-" Lena should continue to keep her mouth shut. "Here you go. I guess you didn't need the laptop."
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[personal profile] meowhistory 2015-02-11 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess you just ate something really bad?" She hugs the bag to her chest, aware that this might look weird but Lena just needs some kind of support right now. Abbie probably won't appreciate her running off to get her mom, nor would Lena's mom understand why she was fetched to help a puking stranger.

"Eh. Should I go get you a class of milk to settle your tummy?"
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[personal profile] meowhistory 2015-02-12 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Walked onto someone's grounds and back-talked a witch?" Lena couldn't come up with anything else because there was nothing else in her life, she always had been neatly in the middle of things. And no snowball's way in hell that she would tell a semi-stranger about her sexy daydreams.

"Hid a hairball in someone's kitchen once, because I didn't know how I could throw it away."