Freaking Fertile Flynn's at the Quill [OPEN]

[abster]

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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[abster]

"Table, dark and bag like? It's got a super-" Abigail took a breath, leaning back against the stall wall and tried not to puke. Breathing deeply, she pressed her hand to her stomach before making a face. "-expensive laptop next to it."

[meowhistory]

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."

[abster]

"No, I didn't. I just didn't want anyone to steal it. I really don't want to be making any more stupid mistakes." Abby muttered, rubbing her face as she tried not to panic and at the same time, tried not to puke. "No, I don't think I'm okay."

[meowhistory]

"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?"

[abster]

"Yeah, I guess that's what it is." Abigail murmured. She didn't sound too sure about that. She didn't think it was anything she'd eaten, she'd felt rough for a few days and now there was the puking. And she was late. And this was a disaster. "No, no I'm fine. I'd probably just puke it back up. Have you- have you ever done something bad? Something stupid?"

[meowhistory]

"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."