🌸 𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓸𝔁. ( 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐓 )

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I don't carry cigarettes if that's why you're asking. I'm trying to quit.

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oh dw i have my own
how hard are you trying?

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It's bad for you.

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[ Well, ]

yes

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[ Well....., ]

I might allow myself 1 or 2 if it's been an especially difficult day.

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and if it's been a rough week
how many does that get us?

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[ Okay, yeah; you got here there. ]

Half a pack at least.

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okay perfect
i can come get you
i know a place we can go
(a boring place)

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And private too, I hope? I'd rather not be seen indulging.

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yeah ofc! we don't need people bumming our cigarettes anyway
where are you?

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Why don't I just meet you there?

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that works! it's outside so we can meet in the main hall if you want

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Wonderful, I'll be there in a jiffy!

[ And wouldn't you know it, she's looking more forward to this than just about anything else that's happened to her here so far— Cellar is good company, and in these trying times they certainly deserve a nice, long smoke break. ]

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ok see you!

[ She catches herself grinning, clears her throat and dusts off any gooey satisfaction from getting to see Dawn again. She's not like most people Cellar's met here — she feels like someone who could be from home, familiar and safe. God knows all the guys around here make themselves so damn complicated—

—and so does Cellar, to be fair. Her fault for feeling so acquainted with being a mess. ]

Hey! Dawn, hi. [ She's smiling the moment they see each other, oop. Nick was generous enough to speed up the healing process by now, so — voilá, no more sling, no more scratches and bruises. ] You look great.

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[ Dawn, too, is a little flustered to be seeing Cellar again, in a way that is maybe not strictly proportional to just having a smoke with a new friend (though she'd certainly chalk it up to that). She brushes her hair, straightens her clothes, and adjusts her makeup in the mirror before dashing off, smiling preemptively and resisting the urge to wave like a nervous schoolgirl. ]

Oh!

[ She gasps slightly, seeing how... well, good Cellar looks, in a way that's quite startling given her recent injuries. (And also in general. But that part isn't startling.) Unsure of how to articulate as much, Dawn simply smiles, approaching with a bit of a spring in her step. ]

So do you. You, um, you look like you're feeling better?

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Yeah — [ And she looks very happy about that. Nick saved her months upon months of pain and recovery, bless him. ] I got some help from a friend. This place can be pretty amazing sometimes.

[ Holding out a hand, she tips her head. Take it, Dawn. Let's be #galpals. ]

How's it been treating you? You haven't run into any assholes, I hope.