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@serena motola “right? i mean, come on. lalisa manoban. me. a therapist? not a chance!” she would exclaim, because hell, if one was able to help fix up the lives of others then they should simply be able to fix up their own; which in retrospect, lisa was still completely far from. “i’m honestly here just sitting back and thinking– i really should’ve pushed through with this consultation beforehand. somewhere in the ink commandments probably saying: you shall not get your lover’s name tattooed onto your body, especially if you aren’t 100% sure as hell about everything.” she sighed, raising her beer can for the last remaining sips as her eyes idly rested upon pot still filled with noodles. the frown of her face probably insinuating a story on it’s own, but hell, lisa truly had no more time to sit and nope about on her own. “blows my mind, but moving on from those es– how’re you settling down? so far, so good?”

@serena motola "oh, hells yeah?" lalisa easily lifted the beer can in her hand to simultaneously toast along to her friend's newly fulfilled achievement before downing it a little further and settling it onto the table once more. only then was she able to relax a bit more, putting up the hoodie of her jacket to wear as her arms would come to cross against her chest. ah, but so much for comfort. already they'd dived into the point of no return for their conversation at hand; lisa always finding it the easiest to share most with serena rather than sticking to the easier task of listening at all. "eh, you know the shuffle between schoolwork and.. work work. damn, today i had to sit around and deal with one of those /lovey-dovey/ couples tryna get their names tatted on each other and the damn fool of a boyfriend got her full name mixed up with one of his exes and i had to sit there for the entire beef." she sighed out of frustration, remembering the entire predicament exactly as it was told. unnecessary heat upon the numerous of clients she had to get to in that entire day. it was a complete mess that just held her back, and here she was, thinking she had her time completely figured out. "people sometimes.. i swear."

@serena motola good god, there it was. that usual smile she found the girl able to sport even at the weirdest times of the day, and now she’d be seeing in tons more now. unable to truly keep a straight face with serene, she simply settles with a scrunching her face up and rather habitually at that. her cheeky self was here to stay and she had to get used to that, from the corny get ups and lows. lalisa would grow to be all for it, unless..

“took you long enough and gaaah– stap.” she had to hold up a hand towards the girl, her shots of cheekiness way too much for her to handle especially at this time of night. “i- yeah. as always.” with another sip of beer, maybe just maybe she’d play along with her for once; quick to sport a rather uncharacteristically soft pout. “man is life hard, period.”

@serena motola “you what?” she answered, sounding like a perfect combination between confusion and disbelief. almost as if this wasn’t a pleasant surprise; something that lisa only wished she was acting accordingly to, since this girl right here was someone she had become accustomed enough to. serena was her friend, right? “whaaaat.” she uttered once more, and softer this time as she took another seat beside the female and cracked open her beer just to at least have a splash of reality reel her in to understanding, sip by sip.

after some time she settles with a curt simper, actually rather glad for serena; what with the slightest bit of development she did see through her own eyes, living in pc bangs to crashing with her and now, she was at a solid place to stay. “man, about time though! wow..” lisa let out a chuckle as everything settles in more thoroughly now. it was quite the short turn of events for the night, but she wouldn’t quite have it any other way.

@serena motola as of now, the only thing that lalisa was struggling with, other than the obvious weariness was making sense of what was going on at the moment. was her head playing with her? she could’ve sworn that not too long ago, the familiar face set before her was one she only saw around campus grounds and what not. but even then, it had never really crossed her mind that she’d ever be seeing the girl here and heck— almost seemingly acting like she’s been living here her whole life too. maybe even longer than she had, judging by how comfortable she really looked.

lalisa just had to put it to the test, slowly ambling forth towards where the girl sat and placing her beer can by the table just so she could focus on just making sure that she wasn’t losing it. that this girl was not just a figment of her imaginations with a quick poke- “ah!” she soon exclaimed with a gasp, more surprised than she’d like to admit. “me? what are /you/ doing here?” there was no helping coming forth with what really circulated as her most prevalent thought.

@serena motola long story short, lalisa was just beat. though when wasn’t she ever, in all honesty? a mundane day to day type of schedule that kept her on the go, rarely ever putting her on the pace to find some time to herself other than to sleep. it was funny, really. because for once, back then she just really dreaded staying at home; always one to get with the crowd and whatever adventure she could just readily throw at herself head first, no questions asked.

now? if one were to even get the slightest bit to calling her a homebody, there wouldn’t be so much as a scowl. good god, how she’d wished it were true. able to at least close down the store for the day, she easily saw her way back and ready for at least a good night’s snack if her energy still permitted it— or maybe just a beer or two would suffice? whatever it’d be, at least her day would finally be coming to a slow tide.

until she does spot a familiar face from school of course, and now she’s thinking to herself, ‘god.. did i miss a school project or something? how- wait, why is she here again?’ the girl can’t help but to squint at the other as she reaches for a cool beer can from the fridge, god forbid she even thinks about how rude she might seem.