T. watched the neon glowing sign reading "DINER" flicker once, then twice before it went out. Damnit, why wasn't he here yet? "It's twenty past...." she muttered, checking her watch and then turning her eyes up to the starlit sky for a few seconds. Finally, she saw him pull up to the diner. His car was red, sleek, classic. It practically reeked of money. T. smiled kindly at him as he left the car. "Burnin' the midnight oil isn't s'posed to be literal y'know." he drawled stumbling over to her and pressing a kiss to her mouth. He tasted like cheap booze and metal, meaning that Joanes had caught him on one of his seemingly infinite bad days. Judging by the way he was drooling over the smell of diner food, he was drunk off his ass. T. smiles. In a world of less-than-ideal situations, this could not have worked out more perfectly.
"Are ya going inside or are you just going to stand there smirking to yerself?"
Joanes turned towards him, smiling as sweetly as she could. "I'd rather not actually. I think it's about time we end this."
"Wha- yer leavin' me?! After all I did for ya, yer just gonna walk out?!"
T. took a step backward to her car. "It's for the best Scott. I'm sorry."
Not taking the hint, Scott got closer, glaring into her eyes.
"You, ya fuckin-"
Scott didn't get to finish his sentence, as Joanes stepped into her car and slammed the door in his face. She saw him holler at her as she drove away, eventually sitting down to sob into his knees. Pathetic.
She really did feel sorry for him.
T. felt a long and heavy sigh escape as she pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. She lit a cigarette, noting that she'd been smoking a lot these days. It'd take awhile to get the stink out of her coat. She thumbed around in her pocket, and eventually pulled out the stolen key. Yeah, she'd gotten what she needed. Too bad for Scott that she had to take it tonight. It's not like she really had any intention of staying, Scott wasn't exactly her cup of tea, and although she was flattered by his confession...
T. let her thoughts trail off. He had done a lot for her, in more ways than he even knew. Hopefully she could make it up to him and his family. This grief was only temporary, it compared little to losing a sister.
....
Yeah, Joanes still felt bad.
Putting the cigarette out, T. flicked it and the key back into her pocket. Then she made her way back to her car. The night was heavy and meaningful as she drove home, alone.
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