☼ 006.

[ecphrasis]

[someone has been sulking for three days, or at least since she found out that her boyfriend is not as cool a guy as she thought. while she isn't hitting the wine bottle right now, she is clearly just coming out of her drunken moping. she doesn't look totally awful, but her hair is a little too ruffled. at least her clothes aren't inside-out or anything. there are dark circles beneath her eyes. she's holding the comm loosely, the picture askew.]

I guess it's too much to ask that people be honest.

[she drops the comm to the floor and gets up, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water. she can't be miserable forever. molly runs a hand through her tangled hair on the way, muttering to herself.]

Sherlock was right... again.

[the feed cuts as lacey comes to paw at the comm.]

Comments

[motherfucked]

Yeah, well. People are pretty shit at it. [Being honest.]

[ecphrasis]

I'm thirty-two and just learning this. That's sad.

[motherfucked]

No. It's kinda sweet, really.

[ecphrasis]

You think so?

[motherfucked]

Yeah, I do. It's shitty to get fooled, but not trusting anyone is shitty too.

[ecphrasis]

I guess it just depends on which one you think is worse.

[motherfucked]

I don't really know.

[Pause.] My name's Jessica, by the way. I know it says so, on this thing, but it seems more— more real, I guess, to say it.

[ecphrasis]

Neither do I.

I'm Molly. Nice to meet you, Jessica.

[motherfucked]

Right. Sorry people are crap, Molly.

[ecphrasis]

It's alright. Worse things have happened!

[motherfucked]

Yeah, but I'm not singing show tunes about that stuff, either.

[ecphrasis]

Guess no.

[motherfucked]

That's good. I don't know any show tunes.

[ecphrasis]

I know a couple.

[motherfucked]

You don't have to sing either.

[ecphrasis]

Oh, no, I'm not a very good singer--there's a reason I didn't go to music school!

[taking things seriously & making a bad joke about it: molly hooper 101]

[motherfucked]

A lot of people who didn't go to music school sing anyway.

[ecphrasis]

I'm not that great at it, though.

[motherfucked]

Neither am I. It's a strictly-when-drunk thing, for me.

[ecphrasis]

Probably me too.

[motherfucked]

I guess we have something in common then.

Besides, I'm guessing, shitty taste in men.

[ecphrasis]

[can't see it via text, but she's laughing]

I guess it is.

[motherfucked]

Sorry if that was inappropriate. I'm not super great at the comfort thing.

[ecphrasis]

No it's okay, I'm not offended. It's true. I've never been good at picking out men.

[motherfucked]

They're kind of a hard bunch to pick.