xp_logs | Log: Laurie and Monet

After this this journal post.

Hey!" Monet hurried over to Laurie. "Look, I've been looking for you for the last couple of days. I reckon I owe you a coffee since I pissed you off on the journals and honestly, I don't have much to do till they start piling the assessment on me at uni and that won't be for a while."

Laurie blinked for a second, staring at the girl in confusion. What? She couldn't remember being...Oooh. Right. That conversation, with everything that had happened, she'd completely forgotten it.

"That's, um. That's fine. I don't really like coffee." Laurie replied.

"That? That is because you're an American and drink that horrible brewed crap. Come. We get real coffee."

Laurie allowed herself to be pulled along by the other girl, briefly wondering if she should tell Marius that his sister was insane.

"Actually, it's because I had an English Grandmother and prefer tea. But as long as this coffee place does a good pot of tea as well, I suppose I could be convinced." Laurie replied, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She had not planned on being dragged somewhere by Hurricane Monet today, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt to get out a bit.

"The place that does the good cakes does nice tea, too. Shall we?"

"Sure, why not?" Laurie said, walking beside Monet now rather then being dragged along. "So why the buying me stuff in way of an apology? I'd completely forgotten the conversation, you know."

"Because coffee makes things better." Monet nodded sagely. "Besides, I hadn't ever really spoken to you and I was kind of bored, to be honest."

"Boredom is a scrouge, to be sure," Laurie replied gravely, amused despite her current worries. It couldn't hurt to just have some time away from everything, could it? "Although, I'm not really terribly good at the whole gossip thing."

"That's okay. Besides, after my week, any gossip that doesn't have to do with the health of goats is going to be good gossip. You're like, what, in year 12?"

"I'm a Junior, Year 11," Laurie responded, pondering briefly why Monet would've been gossiping about goats and then deciding it was better for the both of them if she never knew. There was strange, which wasn't terribly unusual around here, and then there was downright weird.

Monet winced. "And you don't even get the perk of turning 18 and being able to drink. That kinda sucks." She looked around the garage. "So, what car do you want to take? My favourite one that technically belongs to Forge is out."

"I think the jeep is still here. And Forge lets you drive his car? I didn't think he let anyone drive his car." Laurie said, surprised.

"Define 'let'. I mean, he was goneski and probably deadski for a while and then just goneski and probably not coming backski. It was a shame to let it sit there looking lonely." She looked carefully at Laurie. "If you ever tell him, I will convince you can fly and take you up the top of a very tall building, okay?"

Joke or not, Laurie had never taken well to any level of threats, and especially now when she had so many other things on her mind she was unimpressed with Monet's words to say the least.

"Number one, you shouldn't take people's things without their permission, whether you consider them dead or not. Number two, Forge is one of my good friends and I'll ask you to never talk about him with such a dismissive tone again. Lastly, but certainly not least, if you _ever_ threaten me again, you will be asleep and reported to the teachers before you can even think in my direction," Laurie said, tone icy and body suddenly taunt with an effort not to simply walk away.

Monet, as far as she knew, was simply spoilt and ignorant when it came to considering other's feelings.

"Whoa. Relax. Fuck's sake, mate, relax." Monet shook her head, fingers clenching on the car keys, as her mood flipped from cheerful to icy angry. "I won't threaten you again, okay? And I'll even try to not call people 'deadski'. But, seriously, mate, relax. You're making me want to hit things and that's ...bad." There was a soft crunching noise as the keyring shattered. "...that's just craptastic, isn't it?" Monet dusted pieces of plastic off her hand.

Laurie took a deep breath, trying to bury the instinctive anger that had risen at Monet's lack of forthought when talking about mortality. Did the girl honestly not realise that it was the worst possible thing to be blaise about right now?

"Look, I think this is a bad idea right now. I'm just, I'm not really good with company. I'll talk to you later, maybe," Laurie replied, backing up as she did so.

"Aww, carn. I promise to be entirely non-un-tactful and all the rest." But maybe it would be better. She still had a certain desire to hit things. "Look, if you're sure? I'll chase you up next week, okay?"

"Sure, next week," Laurie said, turning and walking away without further ado. She wanted gone from this conversation, right now. She could deal with talking to the girl later, but for now she was going to go see Forge and let him know about certain things involving his car.