Summer Nights ` the Nuns

[Evelyn White]

and they thought you was high-classed

Her pink skirt laid over the red velvet couch like a stream of water as she sat patiently. For the first fifteen minutes. Now, her patience had begun to run thinner than rain drops. Before Evelyn even punched in a single number to call the girls over, her father had asked her to accompany him in his office. It meant he wanted to speak to her alone, as they usually spoke in the living room and her mother was more than always involved. She had followed him silently and it filled every crevice of the room since. The man stood in front of the fireplace- which she found to be a complete waste of an addition to their home seeing as they lived in a desert. It was only another show piece, just like her parents treated everything else. She watched her father as her eyes slowly grew lower and lower until she was nearly glaring at him. He lit a cigarette almost gracefully and continued to read his newspaper.

The young girls hands were locked together in her lap, legs crossed and she continued to grow more utterly bored by the minute. What was his game? Right now Bee and Vicki could be on their way and they would catch The Ed Sullivan Show on just in time to see Elvis. He was so dreamy and talented she could not help but make an event out of it. But she was stuck here with her father as he burned through his nicotine and her time. His office was always dark and brooding, or it felt that way. Book cases lined the walls as well as some renaissance style paintings and a couple of oddly placed clocks. His desk sat on the far left and the fire place in the middle where he now stood. He then turned around almost startling her with his sudden movement. Putting down the paper, he finally looked his daughter in the eyes.
"How have you been, Evelyn?" She held back from arching her brow. That was unexpected.
“I… have been well, father,” she replied soft and politely at an attempt to conceal her frustration. “Have you, my dear?” She had spoken reluctantly and he caught it.
“How has Vegas’ most efficient entertainment agent been doing?” she countered..

He took a long drag of his cigarette and turned his back to her again. His stature was magnified by the fire. It formed a silhouette that cast across the room with a sinister darkness which drowned every gap it found with black. It made a chill creep through her spine and she ignored it successfully. “That is why I brought you in here,” he then stated, almost surprising her yet again. “I have been on edge and suspicious.” Evelyn’s heart sank into her stomach. No, she had been so sneaky, he couldn't possibly know about The Sons of Saints. “You understand the company you now keep defines you? You think I don't have eyes, darling? I have always taught you to keep your wits about you, but I also taught you to always follow the rules.”
“But you never taught me to do what’s right.” The words fell from her mouth so effortlessly in confidence. Her father stood in silence some more. And then some more.

“Call your friends. We will speak later.” She left the room without another word and did just that.

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“Vicki, Bee—he’s on!”

Evelyn knelt beside the dial, adjusting the volume and ensuring a steady signal. Her blue eyes gawked in admiration at the king of rock n’ roll as he appeared on the television screen, handsome and classic in black and white. She rose to her feet to face her friends who had now settled into her room. Elvis and James Dean posters lined her pink walls. White furniture accented the room and she had made sure to hide away the couple of stuffed animals she left about from when she was a child. This was the perfect summer night sleepover and opportunity for she and Bee to bond more with Vicki. Make her feel more accepted into the gang. Little Vicki was a couple years younger than them and she had found herself upon the game in similar circumstances as herself. She was kind and, well, troubled. Isn't that how they all became friends?

While Bee was one of her best girls, there was always a level of animosity between them that she could never shake. Evelyn was rich while most of their friends, Bee included, came from unprivileged upbringings. She completely understood, but it was enough to separate her from the rest of the greasers at times. Determined to put on a rocking sleepover, she smiled at Vicki and their self proclaimed leader and headed toward the window.  "I have an idea," she said as she opened it, welcoming the light desert breeze that brushed her face. She then retrieved a small wooden box from underneath her bed and opened it to find a mostly full pack of Marlboro's and matches.

"Cigarette?" She offered the girls, taking a seat next to Vicki as hound dog flowed from the T.V set. "I stole them from Donny. He keeps like two extra packs in his car, he smokes so much." With the memory of her previous encounter with her father earlier this evening still lingering on her mind, she brought the rolled tobacco to her lips and snapped a match.

NOTES: Hope this is fine! | TAG: Bee Poplawski ,  Vicki Reyes

[Bee Poplawski]

There was always something intimidating about going to Evlyn's house. For one, it was a house. Bee and her family squeezed into a few rooms in their apartment. There was never enough room for anyone and privacy and quiet could only be found out in the city.

For another, the house was in the Preserve. Evelyn was really the only reason Bee had to go to such a hoity-toity area. She could tell she looked like she didn't belong and she knew those people knew as well. Even arriving in one of the hand-me-down poodle skirts (since she still had to be let through the front door), Bee was out of her element. She wasn't a rich girl like Evelyn and she never would be. Bee didn't even want to be rich.

Having walked from the apartments on the other side of the park, she carried her overnight bag slung over her shoulder. This was one of the worst parts of sleepovers at Evelyn's pad: the walk to the door. Bee might have been overthinking it, but she always felt like the neighbors were watching her as she made the trek to the door.

But Bee kept her head up. Tonight she was hanging with her gal pals. There was nothing that could keep her from that.

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Bee had just returned from the bathroom to change into her pajamas when Evelyn announced that Elvis was on. She beamed at the screen as she dropped her clothes in a heap atop her bag.

"Don't you just hate that they never show his hips?" she moaned, wishing the camera would pan just a bit lower. "They say it can drive a girl crazy!" She rocked her hips, imitating the singer as she laughed. She would give anything to see the man in person when he visited the Strip.

Evelyn's room reminded Bee of her own. Having to share with her younger sisters, much of the decor remained pink and white, but she and her sister had their own heartthrob wall slowly being built with newspaper clippings and posters of various hunks. And who could blame the girls for wanting to see The King's 'immoral gyrations'. They made it sound so enticing!

It wasn't that Bee hated Evelyn, at least not much. It was just unfair she had so much and still got to ride with the gang. Donnie was such a dolt for dating a rich girl in the first place, but bringing her into the gang was a whole other issue, one she hadn't completely forgiven him for. Evelyn didn't belong and even if sometimes she could be cool, Bee figured she was just using them for a laugh. Then she'd go back to this whole other world.

Granted, Evelyn was still with them two years later...

Vicki at least fit the profile and would fit right in.

But Bee couldn't fault Evelyn too much. Not for long. And especially not when she was providing the smokes. Bee grabbed one and expertly lit it, shaking out the match when she was done. She inhaled the smoke and tilted her head back to exhale out the smoke.

"You should try turning him on to Parliaments," Bee said, smirking at her friend. "It wouldn't cost you too much to switch his packs." But she stood from the bed and walked back to her bag, moving the clothes to retrieve a wine bottle she'd convinced some guy to buy for her.

"Since it's Vicki's first night, I thought we'd make it special," she told them, then eyed Elvis on the screen. "Extra special that is." She unscrewed the top and took the first sip, letting the alcohol. slide down her throat. Evelyn could appreciate it. Wine was classy.

Bee held out the bottle for Vicki to take the next drink. She was the newest after all.

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[Vicki Reyes & Evelyn White So excited! Hope this works for you guys! Wearing this!]

[Vicki Reyes]

don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not - he's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got

C! Not F, you stupid girl

The willow switch struck out hard across Vicki's knuckles and she flinched, gritting her teeth. God, she hated Trinity. The woman was too old and cold for children and she had little patience for Vicki. She expected her to be a perfect girl transitioning into a woman - and when she wasn't she struck out, thinking she could force her into the woman she wanted her to be.

Vicki hated the piano. Hated the piano. Just being near it made her anxious. She was terrible at it. She had stubby fingers and no ear for music. She loved listening to it - but replicating it was a whole different story - especially when it was all scales so far.

They keys all looked the same to her! How was she supposed to learn? The switch did nothing to encourage her, only frighten her and put her in pain. It made her resent her aunt even more than she already did. The girl gripped her trembling hand as it swelled and her skin turned red as the welts came to rise on her knuckles. Trinity wasn't happy about her lack of progress - that much was clear.

Off with you then. You can go straight to your room and pray. You have been difficult all afternoon. If you wanted supper you would have earned it.

Vicki didn't say a word, she simply nodded, holding her hand as her aunt slammed the piano lid shut and moved into the kitchen. This was no particularly harsh treatment for Vicki. Trinity was like this often, and she was just glad to be away from her for the evening - even if it meant going without supper. Her stomach grumbled as she trudged upstairs and shut her door quietly - locking it behind her. She wanted to just be left alone.

Besides, she had to sneak out tonight. When Trinity sent her to her room like this - she never disturbed her. Solitude was meant to be a punishment for Vicki. Little did Trinity realize that Vicki was relying on that tonight. Her hands still shaking, she angrily tore off her stupid school uniform and defiantly threw it on the ground. Changing into a more comfortable dark blue dress, she threw Kieron's leather jacket on over the top and began to pack her things.

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The girl had made it to Evelyn's okay. She'd walked the way, taking her time and leaving early so she didn't have to rush and she wouldn't be late. Of course she kept to the backstreets, took the long way to avoid being seen or caught by any of Trinity's friends.

Vicki liked Evelyn. She was cool - kind of like Bee. And real pretty too. Both of them were. Vicki wished one day she could be as cool and pretty as them. Maybe they could teach her. It was why she was so excited to go there tonight - that and Elvis of course. Trinity didn't have a TV. She didn't 'believe' in TV. She was worried it would melt her brain. Sometimes Vicki wondered if Trini's brain had already been melted. She certainly didn't think like a normal, sane person would.

As she rounded the corner to Evelyn's house, she let out a soft whistling sound. Jeez, she lived in a nice big house. Vicki could see why Bee and Eve clashed a little sometimes. Vicki knew Bee had to share a room with her sister - she probably envied the space Evelyn had. But the girl couldn't pick her living arrangement - just like Bee couldn't pick hers. It didn't make her a bad person just because her parents had money. It was why she tried to defuse them when they started to go at each other. They were both too cool to be like that. And most of the time - they got along pretty well. At least, when Vicki was around anyway.

Taking off her leather jacket just before she got to the door, she stuffed it into her overnight bag and knocked. Luckily, her dad let her in and she made her way upstairs. She was the last to arrive, and nervously knocked before entering Evelyn's room - but soon enough she eased up a little and let her anxiety transform into excitement.

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Vicki, Bee—he’s on!

Vicki had changed into her pajamas - but desperately wished she hadn't. Both Bee and Evelyn...well...they had cool pajamas. Vicki had been in a rush to get to the girl's place - and she didn't want to wear pink. So she'd grabbed her little light blue shorts (the ones Trinity didn't know about) and one of her pajama shirts. She hadn't checked which one - it was just the one sitting on top and it wasn't pink. Unfortunately for her - it had a unicorn print on the front of it. It had been her favourite pajama shirt as a child and it still fit her all these years later. Well, sort of.

But now she felt ridiculous sitting there in it. As if they didn't already think she was a kid - now they would definitely not let her in the gang. When she'd come back into the room wearing it her cheeks had gone bright red. Luckily, Bee was quick to return and now the focus was solely on Elvis.

What a man to focus on. Vicki sat on the edge of the bed, gripping her knees tightly as she stared wide-eyed at him. Even though she might look younger than the other girls - she was just as much a woman as they were when she looked at him. God, he was so handsome. And charming and...and sexy. That voice!

Don't you just hate that they never show his hips? They say it can drive the girl crazy!

Vicki, encouraged and excited by everything in that moment, fell into a fit of giggles and sat up on her knees on the bed, copying Bee's wild motions.

"What if we're already crazy for'im? D'we get ta see his 'ips then?" she giggled.

But that was when Evelyn got that glint in her eye. It was something Vicki knew happened when she was about to get into mischief. Excited by the idea of further bonding with the girls and being initiated into their older, more exciting and 'cool' lives - she watched her eagerly as she pulled out a small box from under her bed.

I have an idea.

Making room for Bee on the bed by the window, she shifted over and peered over Evelyn's shoulder to see what was inside. When she saw it, she felt her stomach clench a little with nerves. Cigarettes? Oh, she'd never tried cigarettes before. All her brothers smoked. Just as her father had. The smell reminded her of them and she actually quite liked the smell of nicotine - but she'd never smoked before.

Cigarette? I stole them from Donny. He keeps like two extra packs in his car, he smokes so much

Vicki swallowed, her nerves showing momentarily. But then the two girls lit up. What choice did she have? She wanted them to like her. And besides, all the greasers smoked. The window was open, the smell wouldn't get too into her clothes...right? Besides, she didn't want either of them to think she was chicken. If she like dhte smell surely she would like the taste. Boldly, she took a cigarette from the box and then the matches from Bee once she had lit up.

You sohuld try turning him on to Parliaments. It wouldn't cost you too much to switch his packs

Glad for the brief distraction from her, she wedged the tobacoo stick between her lips and went about lighting a match. But it was easier said than done when her knuckles were red and swollen and even split in places. It took her a few moments, but she got the cigarette to light and took her first puff.

It burned her throat and she couldn't hold back an initial cough, her eyes watering a little. But she managed to repress the other coughs that she desperately needed. Taking a sip from her glass of water, she felt her cheeks flush a little with embarrassment.

But the night of initiation had just begun.

Bee was rummaging in her bag for something, and when Vicki saw what she had, she felt her stomach clench again. Cigarettes were one thing, but alcohol was another. She was way too young to be drinking. The smell of wine reminded her of her father - of his drunken rages that he'd take out on Kieron.

Since it's Vicki's first night, I thought we'd make it special, Extra special that is.

The girl felt butterflies in her stomach, a heat in her chest. But she couldn't stop smiling. She felt so special. The girls were doing all of this for her, to include her. And the gratitude showed with a grin on her face that easily stretched from ear to ear. How could she say no? Bee handed her hte bottle and she looked down the neck. She thought of Trinity, of how cruel she was to her. She thought of her brothers leaving her - and even Chip. Looking at the two girls, she took a more successful puff of the cigarette and smirked., making a toast before putting the bottle to her lips - and taking three great gulps.

"To Elvis!"


She was trying to drink enough that they wouldn't think she was a chicken - but not keep it in her mouth long enough that she could taste it.

It burned her throat again, but she didn't cough or splutter. The girl had never had alcohol before, and her face wrinkled afterwards at the taste and the heat pooling in her belly. Handing the bottle over to Evelyn, she wiped any remnants from her lips with the back of her hand and looked up at Bee - seeking her approval. Reclining back on the bed a little, she took another puff, trying to blow smoke rings like she had seen Freddy do - but being very unsuccessful.

NOTES: hope this is okay! | WORDS: enough | OUTFIT: UNICORN PJ's

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[Evelyn White]

and they thought you was high-classed

"Don't you just hate that they never show his hips? They say they can drive a girl crazy!" Bee imitated the King's hip motions and they shared a laugh. "What if we're already crazy for'im? D'we get ta see his 'ips then?" Vicki chimed in with a giggle. Evelyn chuckled, she was funny. "Then they can't say nothin' if we take a sneak of them on The Strip," she joked with her. Everything was so far so good and not a tint of tension in the air.

They sparked their cigarettes and she filled her lungs with nicotine. As she released the smoke from her first drag, she look over to Vicki- her anticipation was tangible. Evelyn guessed to herself that the girl had probably never smoked before. But, almost everyone in the gang, if not everyone, smoked. Bee lit up and then Vicki retrieved her cigarette and match last. "You should try turning him on to Parliaments. It wouldn't cost you too much to switch his packs." She looked at Bee. "Maybe I can switch him onto menthols. He'd hate that," she replied, after taking a drag of hers. Donny was an asshole and she had realized this. Most of the guys were to some extent in the Sons of Saints, but some were slightly more thoughtful than others. She had gotten used to it.

Vicki struggled just a bit to light the match. When she did, she took a drag and coughed the smoke out almost instantly. Evelyn felt guilty for not asking if she smoked. The girl took it like a champ, however, even through the slight flush of her cheeks from embarrassment. She already fit in just fine. "They're pretty strong, almost as much as the one's with no filters," she said to Vicki and gave her a reassuring smile.  From the beginning, she didn't want anyone in the gang to look at her differently because of where she came from. She wasn't trying to be something she wasn't- because she was a greaser and a delinquent buried in her mother's porcelain. Of course, that was a wish too good to be true and she had a lot to prove. But she owed and  had more to prove  to her girls than anyone in the gang as an entirety.  She understood why Bee always had that expression whenever Evelyn said something that annoyed her- she just wished that Bee understood. 

But right now they were best friends and the night was rolling by carefree. Bee then beamed and moved back to her bag. "Since it's Vicki's first night, I thought we'd make it special, Extra special that is.
" Evelyn knew what that meant. Sure enough, Bee retrieved a bottle of wine from her bag. She smiled and glanced at Elvis filling her room with music flawlessly before looking back at Bee. "We'll pretend he's singing for us." She winked at Vicki, as Bee took the first sip. he handed it to Vicki, who had concealed her nerves this time. What happened next impressed her. Vicki flashed the two girls a smile before dragging through the nicotine more flawlessly and then raised the bottle, "To Elvis!" And chugged it three times. Evelyn raised her eyebrows briefly in surprise, looked to Bee then back to Vicki and let out a smile.  She didn't cough once. "You could give the guys a run for their money, Vicki, drinking like that," she winked at her and took the bottle as Vicki handed it to her.

"To those hips!"

She tilted her head back and opened her threat, letting the wine burn down her throat. Evelyn brought her head back up after the gulp and somehow managed to hold back the goosebumps from crawling up her arms. Wine always had that cool taste that burned like soda. If she had been in charge of alcohol, she would have tried to snag some of her father's whiskey. But then again she wouldn't want to overbear Vicki. As she adjusted to the fire from the wine in her chest and Vicki laid back on her bed, she got up from her spot and handed the bottle back to Bee.

Evelyn took another drag from her cigarette before speaking again, "Where'd you get that wine anyway, Bee?" She asked, just out of curiosity. Bee and Peter had broken up, again, so it couldn't be him. "I'm sure if we called Freddy we could get him to bring us some beer." She smiled at both of them and then burned through the nicotine again. She tried not to think about him, but after he had walked her home just the other day she had secretly wanted to see him again. 

NOTES: sorry for the lil wait! | TAG: Bee Poplawski Vicki Reyes

[Bee Poplawski]

Bee was trying very hard to keep from giggling at Vicki's unfortunate pajamas. The smoking made it easier to stifle it back. Poor kid. She wondered if it was something her aunt gave to her to wear. Seemed like adults were always trying to treat teens like little kids these days. But times were changing. This was the era of the teenage and Bee was going to live it up as long as she could.

"Save some for the rest of us," Bee teased with a grin as Vicki took three large sips. She toasted to Elvis. Evelyn to his pelvis and, when the wine had returned to Bee, she too rose it in a toast.

"To us!" And then she took a drink. This was all for the three of them. It wasn't often they had time away from the boys and it was the first night with Vicki. Bee wanted it to be memorable--and not because of Vicki's unicorn shirt.

"Some college guy," Bee shrugged. She hadn't bothered to get a name and he hadn't bothered to give it. He was pretty good looking, but Pete wasn't around, so there was not point in trying to make him jealous. "Would you rather I took it from Father Higgins? God knows I've caught him sneaking a drink more than once." Sacramental wine didn't sound appealing. The regular stuff worked just fine.

That was when Evelyn brought up beer, which was preceded by the subject of Freddy Bosko. She handed off the wine bottle to whoever wanted it next and took a long, thoughtful drag on her cigarette.

Something strange was going on. Freddy had been asking about Evelyn lately too. It didn't take Bee long to put two and two together and she smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand and took a long deep sigh.

"Jesus Christ, Evie!" she whispered loudly, her mouth set in a disapproving frown. "Are you two fooling around or something?" Man, it was going to be a long, annoying week if they were. Especially when Freddy dumped her. As jealous as she could be of Evelyn's life, she was still a friend and a Sister. She didn't want Freddy to pull any of his bullshit on her.

"You've been in the gang long enough to know he's just going to use you and then dump you. Is Donny that bad?" She looked to Vickie for some back up. The girl had witnessed Bunny at The Can not too long ago. Surely she could see that this was a horrible idea.

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[Vicki Reyes & Evelyn White So excited! Hope this works for you guys! Wearing this!]

[Vicki Reyes]

don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not - he's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got

Bee and Evie were two very different women.

But where they were similar - well they clashed sometimes. They were both big personalities - and so was Vicki. But, strangely enough, she knew her place amongst the gang. For now, she was fresh meat. And she had to be careful when she mouthed off and who she mouthed off too. Sometimes she wanted to bang the girls' heads together when they clashed. But she knew she couldn't. So she'd learned how to defuse the situation. Well, as much as she could with two strong headed women like Evie and Bee.

They're pretty strong, almost as much as the one's with no filters,

Trying not to let her eyes water, Vicki smiled a little at Evelyn. With a nod of thanks, the Irish girl showed her gratitude in a warm smile before taking another puff of the stick. The smell of smoke reminded her of her brothers, of the Can. She liked the smell. But the taste was...well it would take some getting used to. She could do it, though. She knew she could.

The next logical progression was alcohol. Vicki liked rebellion. She liked knowing that Trinity didn't know where she was and couldn't control what she was doing. Her horizon seemed endless. When her brothers left, her world shrank, and when Chip left...well it got even smaller. It was nice to be around women like Bee and Evie that made her feel like she still had so much more to do in this life. Sure, she'd lost a lot of people in her life...but Bee and Evie were showing her that she had a lot of new people to meet, better people who would appreciate her and show her new things and ... and teach her things. They would protect her. They would want to spend time with her. Surely Bee and Evie wouldn't leave her behind in the dust, right?

We'll pretend he's singing for us

"Whose pretendin'? Why else would 'e come to Vegas unless it was ta serenade us?" she giggled in return, tossing her hair dramatically.

Then they drank. The taste was awful. How could people drink this tripe for anything other than getting drunk and having fun? It was a taste that didn't get any easier. But she liked the warmth it brought to her belly. And she liked even better the praise she got from Evelyn and Bee.

Save some for the rest of us,

You could give the guys a run for their money, Vicki, drinking like that

She grinned from ear to ear at the beautiful blond and then the brunette.

To Elvis!

To those hips!

To us!

Vicki would cheers to that all day long. The Nuns had given her a sense of belonging and purpose - a reason to get up in the morning. It was something she hadn't had in the longest time. And for that, she was eternally grateful to Bee and Evie. They'd given her something Vicki thoguht she'd lost for good after being sent away from her home, and then having the most important thing in her life up and leave without so much as a goodbye.

As the alcohol pooled in her belly, she found herself thinking more about Chip. An almost dazed look came over the girl's face as she thought back on one of the last times she'd seen him. It was summer when they were last together. They'd stolen his father's truck while he was sleeping and snuck out together. She remembered lying on the hood with him, the metal still warm from the day's sun. They were up at Stargazer's Peak until dawn just talking and holding each other. They didn't know the constellations - so they made up their own. The great rabbit, the fighting dogs, the pineapple hat. Vicki had had a feeling Chip had wanted to tell her something that night - but he never did. And then he was gone.

The thought of his arm around her shoulders, his fingers playing with her hair, haunted her. How could you love somebody so much and then...and then just leave like that? It was perhaps what prompted her to take the bottle from Bee when it was held in front of her. Another few gulps to try and clear her mind of her golden-haired first love. Bigger gulps this time. The first three hadn't been enough.

Jesus Christ, Evie!

Vicki almost choked at the sudden outburst.

Are you two fooling aorund or something?

The girl looked back and forth between the two trying to think back on the conversation she hadn't really been listening to. Freddy. They had been talking about Freddy. Sometimes his curls reminded her of Chip. She hated that.

You've been in the gang long enough to know he's jsut going to use you and then dump you. Is Donny that bad?

Bee looked to Vicki for support, and she took yet another sip of wine before handing it to Evelyn next.

"Well, 'e'd be dumb as a rock 'f 'e did. Ya're a catch, Evie." she began diplomatically before rolling onto her back and letting the top half of her body slide off the end of the bed. She'd been quite good at gymnastics when she was back home and she was quite flexible. Maybe if she let all the blood rush to her head she'd stop thinking about Chip and the ache in her chest it gave her. "But Bee's right ya know. Freddy's 'bout as dumb as a rock when it come to women." she wrinkled her nose distastefully. "I donnow what ya see in 'im anyway." she added, her lip curling a little.

"...'is curls are stupid."

And then, a thought occurred to her suddenly.

Her eyes flickered up to Bee.

"What about Dom? Dom'd get us beer."

She wasn't sure why Dom's name had come to mind. But she'd much rather think of Dom than Chip. And Dom was a safer topic to navigate than Freddy - it seemed to be a sore spot for both Evie and Bee.

NOTES: hope this is okay! | WORDS: enough | OUTFIT: UNICORN PJ's

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