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[fuckthisshit]

ALYSSA FOLEY | INFO | samame

Apt 203; High School Student; Waitress at Grump's Cafe

CONTACTS

James Cook
Apt 103
Friend

Diego Hargreeves
Apt 203
Roommate

Eddie Kaspbrak
Apt 203
Roommate

Caleb Michaels
Apt 101
Friend

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"It's Alyssa. Leave a message or whatever."

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voice;

[justburn]

Oy, Babe. You there?

[fuckthisshit]

[ She's not expecting a call, let alone that voice. She doesn't remember too much of the party, but she does remember grabbing a bottle and retreating home at some point. At least she ended up in her bed this time instead of a deck chair. ]

Yeah? [ Shit. Did she go back to the party? She can't remember. ] I'm here, birthday boy.

[justburn]

Just checking if you ever turned back into a pumpkin, Cinderella. [He laughs at his own joke a little, taking another puff from his spliff] Why'd you run anyway?

[fuckthisshit]

[ She snorts, relaxing a little. ]

Don't know. Guess it was fucking midnight.

[ She pauses. ]

You seemed to have survived the night, though.

[justburn]

[He laughs out loud at her quip. Yep, she's hereby invited to his parties]
Hardly. Been at the clinic all morning, my bullocks feel like they're on fire and I wish I was joking.

[fuckthisshit]

[ His answer surprises a laugh out of her. ] Fuck off.

Was that your kill of the night? A fucking STD?

[justburn]

'Fraid so, Cindy. Seven days left on the countdown before I can go for another willy waggle on Doc's orders. I feel like fucking a nun.

Anyways. Me and the lads are heading to that pub over on [Street]. You coming?

[fuckthisshit]

[ She chuckles. He's charming, sort of, in the way he doesn't give a fuck. Besides, it's not like she has anything else to do. ]

Yeah. All right.

Meet you there.

text; backdated, April 17th

[deadlycurves]

hey you got a second?

text; backdated, April 17th

[fuckthisshit]

Yeah, my boss is being a dick and I'm taking an extra long lunch. What's up?

[deadlycurves]

I'm surprised you haven't told that guy to eat shit and fuck off yet.

[He's heard more than one complaint about this boss of hers before.

He stares at the screen for a moment before actually answering her question. He's not sure how she'll take it-- will she be upset? Will she never talk to him again? He doesn't know-- but he's about to find out.]

I know I've told you Derek and Laura have been working on closing on a deal on a house and moving out of the apartments.

Well, they asked me to move in with them.

I'm not gonna be in the apartment anymore.

[fuckthisshit]

[ She's told him to fuck off more than once, but she's never actually quit and he's not going to fire her. In the beginning, at least, it was because part of her felt like she deserved this shitty job in this shitty cafe. Now she's not sure why she's still here.

She reads the next bit, feeling her stomach drop with disappointment. She stares at the words for a long moment.]

Okay.

[ Figures. The one person she doesn't hate is moving out. She'd gotten used to having him around. But then again, the last thing he probably needs is some teenager hanging about. She always ends up pissing people off eventually. She can't help it.]

I'm taking your room. It's closer to the bathroom.

[deadlycurves]

Fair enough. Look, I'm not just ditching you, okay? I wanted to tell you so you'd know ahead of time. [address] You can crash any time you want to. There's an extra room and everything. And if someone else is there, fuck it, you can take mine for a few nights and I can sleep on the couch. I'm may not be living here, but I'm not just disappearing on you. [It's been a weird and wild ride, these last few months. But he's kind of gotten attached to Alyssa, and he doesn't want to upset her, or make her feel like he's just leaving without making sure she knows he'll still be around if she needs him.]

[fuckthisshit]

[ She feels something tug at her chest this time as she reads the words over and over again. It should bother her, how he seemed to know what she was thinking. Ordinarily she'd be contrary, just to be contrary, but she's relieved too.

Diego, and Cook, are about the only two people who have made her feel like she's not a total piece of shit. At least he's not ditching her. ]

Get over yourself, drama queen.
I'll be fine without you here 24/7.

[ A second later. ]

I'll stop by when I can.
I'm very busy and important.

[ Sarcasm has never traveled well over text, but she hopes he knows her well enough to know she's joking. And maybe, a little grateful. ]

[deadlycurves]

Who's gonna stop you from swinging your drunk ass over the balcony ledge now, though?

I'd like that.
Between your other very important appointments, of course.

[Takes one to know one and Diego's about as sarcastic as they come, so it translates easily enough on his end and he can only assume it will do the same on the opposite side as well.

He's kind of glad this went over as well as it did; he could have thought of a number of much more explosive ways she might have reacted, and if he's honest, that's more how he anticipated it. This was kind of a pleasant switch.]

[fuckthisshit]

Don't know. Still trying to decide if being an alcoholic suits me or not.

[ She grins. She'll miss knowing that someone has her back in the next room, but at least he's not far away. And he wouldn't have invited her over if he hated her, so that's good. ]

Okay, but if my new roommate is a murdering psychopath, that guest room is mine.

[deadlycurves]

You gonna keep me in the loop on whatever you end up deciding? [He's never once bothered giving her a lecture over that. Not because he didn't care, or wasn't concerned about it (he's seen first-hand in his brother where that shit can lead, after all), but she hasn't given him a reason to go that far. If she ever went too far with it, he'd step in.] Deal. And seriously? If you ever need anything, just call me. Any time. And I mean that. Any time.

[fuckthisshit]

I'll let you know.

[ She sighs, feeling sad but glad that Diego isn't just moving on without her. It's nice to know that someone is thinking about her.]

I will.