Ella normally was the type of partner to make her comrades look good. She always corrected small things to make sure pristine looked mediocre.
But today it wasnt her day…
She had dressed for a funeral for a friend of hers. She donned a black dress and because she was slumped so much.
James came in and must have noticed and smoothed out her shirt and rubbed her arms as Ella turned around and pulled him in for a hug, the loose curls falling off her shoulders. She didn’t know she needed it but it was just the kind of touch she was craving.
“Thanks for coming with me James. I owe it to you.”
James knew Ella wasn’t doing well, which is why he’d said “be honest.” She might’ve been worse than he thought, though. He got the feeling she’d held some things in, but in fact, when she looked up, he realized she’d just been turned away from where he could see it.
“I’m sorry” he said, not quite sure what else to say. “I don’t really know how to make it feel any better.”
Ella melted into the embrace. She just needed a solid moment to clear her thoughts and her mind. She could smell his cologne and seemingly got a moment of clarity.
Hearing her sniffle, she parted from the hug for a moment, lifting her head forcing a weak smile on her features. She was in an constant blank stare or sad face, that even a smile seemed complicated…
“It’s okay.. Not expecting anyone to say the right thing right now… Just want company…”
James let Ella hug him for a while. He could tell she was not doing well at the moment. He assumed the hug made her feel a little better. She did pull away soon enough.
“All right” he said. “I can be company. I can’t promise I’ll be good company, but I can be company.”
“Just you being here was enough James. C’mon, let’s go… I have to deliver a eulogy.” She sighed, having taken a bottle of Jack and took a long swig as she placed the bottle down and walked out of the hotel room.
Send me ‘ 🍻 ‘ for our muses to go out for drinks together
Another job with Ella, another night survived. For once, things had actually gone rather well. They hadn’t come close to dying, and the job was complete. They’d headed to the nearest bar to have a celebratory drink. The place was fairly empty. Maybe they wouldn’t run into trouble here, either.
James ordered a beer from the curvy blonde bartender. While she was getting their drinks, he turned to Ella.
“You ever play any pool?” he asked. “They got a couple of tables open. I reckon a good game is just the thing to unwind from the night’s activities.”
Ella sloughed off her jacket and sat at the booth, having felt herself sink into the seat comfortably.
She scanned the area, despite it was empty, she had to analyze everything from exits to possible weapons if needed. She had to be tactical all the time and it drove her nuts.
Finally when James returned with the beers, she grabbed her and slammed about half of it back before she finally felt the tension slowly slip away.
“Pool? Sure… I haven’t played in a long time… Might have to reteach me…” She casually mentioned as she glanced at him with a small smile.
James wasn’t expecting Ella to just put away half the drink immediately. He hadn’t even sat down when she started. He gave her a look that was a mixture of impressed and amused.
“Need a drink?” he asked. “I mean, things went pretty good tonight. If we’d had to escape, you would’ve had the whole thing gone.”
There weren’t a lot of people in here, but James was still alert. Still, he relaxed a little bit.
“Yeah, I can play some” he said. He thought of himself as an average player, able to generally hit a straight shot, but not much better than that. “I can show you, if you don’t think I’m using the opportunity to press up against you to show you how to hit the ball. Unless, that was your plan…” he said with a deadpan tone.
“My nervous it’s been on high. I just want to relax and unwind for once. Guess I must have been thirsty.” She half joked, placing the mug down onto the coaster.
“I know you’re taking the opportunity to press up against me James. Don’t lie.” She smirked a little, knowing there was something, but she wasn’t going to screw around with what good thing they had. Find a contract, go for the kill, get paid, rinse repeat.
Ella normally was the type of partner to make her comrades look good. She always corrected small things to make sure pristine looked mediocre.
But today it wasnt her day…
She had dressed for a funeral for a friend of hers. She donned a black dress and because she was slumped so much.
James came in and must have noticed and smoothed out her shirt and rubbed her arms as Ella turned around and pulled him in for a hug, the loose curls falling off her shoulders. She didn’t know she needed it but it was just the kind of touch she was craving.
“Thanks for coming with me James. I owe it to you.”
James probably should’ve said something to Ella before messing with her clothes, but she looked so dejected, he just decided to help her out. He didn’t blame her, since she’d been to a funeral for someone she’d obviously been close to.
He wasn’t quite expecting Ella to hug him.
“No problem” he replied as she hugged him tight. “How’re you feeling? Be honest.”
“Like hell and death fucked and gave birth to me…” She finally showed her face, her eyes had been crying so much, her makeup ran down her cheeks, the bags under her eyes showing how much lack of sleep and depressed she was. She sniffled, wiping her cheeks which in turn made her makeup worse.
“Another one… gone… What am I gonna do when I have no one?”
James knew Ella wasn’t doing well, which is why he’d said “be honest.” She might’ve been worse than he thought, though. He got the feeling she’d held some things in, but in fact, when she looked up, he realized she’d just been turned away from where he could see it.
“I’m sorry” he said, not quite sure what else to say. “I don’t really know how to make it feel any better.”
Ella melted into the embrace. She just needed a solid moment to clear her thoughts and her mind. She could smell his cologne and seemingly got a moment of clarity.
Hearing her sniffle, she parted from the hug for a moment, lifting her head forcing a weak smile on her features. She was in an constant blank stare or sad face, that even a smile seemed complicated…
“It’s okay.. Not expecting anyone to say the right thing right now… Just want company…”
Send me ‘ 🍻 ‘ for our muses to go out for drinks together
Another job with Ella, another night survived. For once, things had actually gone rather well. They hadn’t come close to dying, and the job was complete. They’d headed to the nearest bar to have a celebratory drink. The place was fairly empty. Maybe they wouldn’t run into trouble here, either.
James ordered a beer from the curvy blonde bartender. While she was getting their drinks, he turned to Ella.
“You ever play any pool?” he asked. “They got a couple of tables open. I reckon a good game is just the thing to unwind from the night’s activities.”
Ella sloughed off her jacket and sat at the booth, having felt herself sink into the seat comfortably.
She scanned the area, despite it was empty, she had to analyze everything from exits to possible weapons if needed. She had to be tactical all the time and it drove her nuts.
Finally when James returned with the beers, she grabbed her and slammed about half of it back before she finally felt the tension slowly slip away.
“Pool? Sure… I haven’t played in a long time… Might have to reteach me…” She casually mentioned as she glanced at him with a small smile.
