#PLS SDKJSD i'm sorry king ... cherry is indeed here to give you a headache

[purgatored]

CHERRY MAKES A NOISE OF PROTEST as the bottle is taken, face scrunching with it . " hey !" the glare she levels him with is just as annoyed even when the bottle is put back, and at his question she doesn't even make an attempt to not roll her eyes . " what use is that gonna do ?" cherry's arms span wide before she's snatching the bottle back up with a smooth movement . " whether i pretend to give a shit or not i still don't fucking know ." the reality was the newcomers faces all kinda blurred together for cherry until they lasted a while . sue her for it or whatever, but she generally had better shit to do and, the fact was, there were far better welcome committees for the newbies than her . so she didn't bother with memorizing faces and names, at least for a few weeks . or months . somewhere around there . the sound of the woman by the door is enough to make cherry grunt out a groan . she takes another longer swing and a deep breath with it , pointedly ignoring whatever the fuck santiago was doing . because of all places and times to have a bleeding heart, now and here wasn't one of them . " i don't answer to you ." cherry replies with a shrug at the jab, her brow arching as she leans her forearms on the table and watches him . there's a beat before she shrugs and adds, " but if you must know, i got fucking bored . happy ?" cherry points to the door with the neck of the bottle . " there was no one here and what was goin' on out there seemed more interesting ." too interesting evidently, but how was cherry to know that ?

Something about her ticks away at his patience. His gaze shifts back to hers, and there's a twitch along his lip as if a snarl would have been presence, if he hadn't been as composed as he was. Tongue clicks to the roof of his mouth instead, and he will follow her movements- only to take the neck of the bottle from her grasp and press the brims to his lips with a quick swing, setting it back on the table for her. God, of all people to be stuck with, it had to be her. She reminded him of some of the girls they'd used to book, some of the girls he'd tried to get off the streets, too. It didn't matter, they all fell back into the same pattern sooner or later, no matter how often he tried. His brother would have liked her- he was younger, the fun one. The one that didn't have a household of responsibilities on his shoulders. And just like then, Tiago would manage. Somehow, he always did. "Pretend to give a shit for two seconds, would you?" He's stressed, his tone evident in the strain on his voice. Though, attention is deprived from her, to the sound coming from outside the door. The plea of a woman, begging. Open the door, open the door- please. It's haunting, and he'll take a couple space forward, her hands banging against the glass- before he'll pull the cover down- swallowing his guilt. "Fast learners like you?" It was a jab, not really on purpose. He should have known that by now. "You're supposed to be on duty tonight, weren't you?" Brows furrowed. "What were you doing out there?"