Slow Suicide, Like It Or Not, It's What We Do
Elle sits at the Luna Bar nursing her third drink now. She's never been much of a drinker (being locked in the Company didn't give her a chance to be one) but right now, she likes the cloud it's casting in her mind. Anything to distract her from her last run in with Sylar and what that all meant. Assuming it means anything that he kissed her. She's not entirely sure it does.
What scares her is that she almost wants it to, and considering everything he's done to her, what does that say about her? She feels like one of those battered girlfriends who keep going back to the same jerk over and over again, thinking he'll change. At that thought, she finishes off her third drink and signals for the bar tender's attention to order another.
In another part of town Elliot is sitting on a bench in Grant Park, looking over the want ads. Her money's getting low, and she still needs a job. One of the hospitals or clinics must be hiring, she's sure of it. Besides, she's getting a little restless without having something occupy her days with.
What scares her is that she almost wants it to, and considering everything he's done to her, what does that say about her? She feels like one of those battered girlfriends who keep going back to the same jerk over and over again, thinking he'll change. At that thought, she finishes off her third drink and signals for the bar tender's attention to order another.
In another part of town Elliot is sitting on a bench in Grant Park, looking over the want ads. Her money's getting low, and she still needs a job. One of the hospitals or clinics must be hiring, she's sure of it. Besides, she's getting a little restless without having something occupy her days with.