It wasn't the first time Saffron had woken up expecting to be curled up against someone only to find she was alone in the bed. It probably wasn't the last, either. Right then, though, that didn't matter one rutting bit
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Abby was headed to Warrick's hut to give him a classic jazz record the shelf had spit out at her, since he was one of the few who would truly appreciate the genius contained on the simple disc of wax. She was already semi-anticipating the conversation they'd have, maybe even the argument given the unconventional arrangements.
She bounced up the steps to the door and knocked. He might be in there with Helen or he might be at her hut altogether, but she could go away or search elsewhere if needed.
Saffron was sitting on the bed when she heard the knock. Swiping at her eyes, she took a slow breath before answering the door. "Abby," she said, unmistakable sadness in her tone, and she couldn't bring herself to say the next words. She'd already said them a few times, and she didn't know how many more people she'd have to inform.
Her face fell when Helen answered the door in that condition. There was only one real reason she'd look like that and Abby knew it way too fucking well.
"No. No no no no," she repeated, like that would make him come back, which it clearly wouldn't.
She'd never been close to Helen, really, but she still hugged the other woman, because that was what she did. It helped her as much as the people she hugged, and yet it still didn't really help.
Saffron returned the hug, appreciating it even though it didn't really do much good. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this," she said, once they separated. "Though I reckon there isn't any good way to find out."
"Not really, no, but y'know, it could suck more," Abby shrugged, wondering if this was the part where she was supposed to feel awkward. Since that wasn't something she did a lot, she just ignored the need.
"I brought him a record I thought he might appreciate. Want me to leave it for you? I mean, I'm betting you don't wanna listen to it now, but you might eventually."
Saffron looked at the record a moment, then back up at Abby. "I'll take it," she replied, "as long as you're sure you don't want to keep it for yourself."
"I might ask to borrow it eventually," she admitted, "but no, I think you should keep it. You understood his music, how much it was a part of him. You get it."
"Deal," Saffron said, taking the record from Abby and making sure to handle it carefully. "I think I'm going to close the club for a while," she continued, partially thinking out loud, partially wanting Abby to know since she worked there. "It doesn't seem right to just keep it going with him gone."
"I don't blame you at all," Abby agreed with a little bit of compassion but not pity. She was sure Helen didn't want pity.
"When you're ready to reopen, let me know. I like bartending in both clubs, so wherever you need me, I'm there, or I can waitress or whatever would help. I wouldn't be much good as a stripper, though, so maybe I should avoid that career path."
She'd probably be a really good stripper, but as comfortable as she was with her body and her sexuality, stripping was not something she really wanted to do, especially as compared to bartending.
"I would love to have you back as a bartender, when we reopen," Saffron said. She hoped everyone would come back - hoped everyone would still be there to come back. "Thanks, Abby. You're a valuable part of the club." She was sure Warrick would have agreed.
"Then you'll have me," Abby promised, and didn't doubt that the club would reopen. Helen had said when, not if, and Abby was sure she meant it. There was a definite core of steel in Helen, like there was in most people who had lived through a disappearance or two on the island.
"Let me know if you need anything, okay? Even biscuits or something simple like that."
She bounced up the steps to the door and knocked. He might be in there with Helen or he might be at her hut altogether, but she could go away or search elsewhere if needed.
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"No. No no no no," she repeated, like that would make him come back, which it clearly wouldn't.
She'd never been close to Helen, really, but she still hugged the other woman, because that was what she did. It helped her as much as the people she hugged, and yet it still didn't really help.
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"I brought him a record I thought he might appreciate. Want me to leave it for you? I mean, I'm betting you don't wanna listen to it now, but you might eventually."
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"When you're ready to reopen, let me know. I like bartending in both clubs, so wherever you need me, I'm there, or I can waitress or whatever would help. I wouldn't be much good as a stripper, though, so maybe I should avoid that career path."
She'd probably be a really good stripper, but as comfortable as she was with her body and her sexuality, stripping was not something she really wanted to do, especially as compared to bartending.
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"Let me know if you need anything, okay? Even biscuits or something simple like that."
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