and you look so beautiful when you don't give a damn
Who: candyasss, axemeaquestion
When: WAY BACKDATED TO September 8th
Where: Rochelle's (now old) apartment
Summary: This is super backdated to back when Nick and Rochelle were fighting. Nick's got some explaining to do, Ro doesn't wanna hear it. HILARITY ENSUES except it doesn't.
Warnings: Possible cursing, allusions to sexual stuff?
Rochelle had to rush get home, and she was there not even five minutes before her and Nick agreed to meet and talk. To be honest, she still didn't even want to. To say she was still angry would be the goddamn understatement of the century.
The producer had kept herself distracted. Work was easy this week. She didn't have to do much of anything but sit back and make sure all the figurative strings were still figuratively in place. Aside from that, her focus had been on a co-worker in the hospital. When she came home she tossed a shopping bag on the table and pulled out a get-well soon card.
"Yeah, I got it on. I'll bring it over later for everybody to sign. You got everything else, right...?"
She was on her NV, chatting up a non-hospitalized co-worker while she tossed the empty shopping bag in the trash. Taking the card she brought it over to her coffee table and sat on the couch. On her table was a small collection of magazines. There was a fashion magazine open, and a guns-and-ammo magazine on top of it. More "wants" were circled in the gun magazine than there were the clothing magazine. Setting down the card and still talking, she grabbed something out of a second pile and leaned back. It was a advertisement for a car dealer, showing off their selection on the page.
Her conversation was wrapping up, but between that and the magazines she at least have something to do while she waited for the guy she really, REALLY didn't want to talk to.
When: WAY BACKDATED TO September 8th
Where: Rochelle's (now old) apartment
Summary: This is super backdated to back when Nick and Rochelle were fighting. Nick's got some explaining to do, Ro doesn't wanna hear it. HILARITY ENSUES except it doesn't.
Warnings: Possible cursing, allusions to sexual stuff?
Rochelle had to rush get home, and she was there not even five minutes before her and Nick agreed to meet and talk. To be honest, she still didn't even want to. To say she was still angry would be the goddamn understatement of the century.
The producer had kept herself distracted. Work was easy this week. She didn't have to do much of anything but sit back and make sure all the figurative strings were still figuratively in place. Aside from that, her focus had been on a co-worker in the hospital. When she came home she tossed a shopping bag on the table and pulled out a get-well soon card.
"Yeah, I got it on. I'll bring it over later for everybody to sign. You got everything else, right...?"
She was on her NV, chatting up a non-hospitalized co-worker while she tossed the empty shopping bag in the trash. Taking the card she brought it over to her coffee table and sat on the couch. On her table was a small collection of magazines. There was a fashion magazine open, and a guns-and-ammo magazine on top of it. More "wants" were circled in the gun magazine than there were the clothing magazine. Setting down the card and still talking, she grabbed something out of a second pile and leaned back. It was a advertisement for a car dealer, showing off their selection on the page.
Her conversation was wrapping up, but between that and the magazines she at least have something to do while she waited for the guy she really, REALLY didn't want to talk to.