Lucy
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Thread Topic: Lucy
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Noelle shifted her gaze from the window to Wendy, opening her mouth to speak to her but, she left rather quickly. Angry, Noelle glared at the chef. Blowing at the steam of the coffee, Noelle kept her angry gaze at the chef. ''Damn b------,'' Noelle whispered as she took a sip of her coffee. From her eyes, she noticed a small note, underneath her coffee cup. ''The hell?'' She whispered aloud, as she read the note, her brows furrowed.
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Noelle
Thank you so much for
The entertainment! You
Do realize that the last
Thing Wendy wants to
Tell you about is her past.
Youll have to talk to her
After shes done work.
Cause Im gonna be ringing
this bell aaaaaalllllllll day.
Its my job after all.
I have Some old news papers
in The lost and found if
youre Interested in Wendys
Past. Unless, of course, you
Respect her privacy. Enjoy
Your meal which my sue chef
Decided I shouldnt prepare...
That b-
(P.S. I put Dear Noelle but I
crossed it out because Im
Weird like that.)
~ Avery La Chef -
Her fingers curled into a fist as she shoved the paper into her back pocket. She rubbed her temples as she thought of going to another city for today. Noelle's purpose of coming to this large city was to forget her past, to understand what's she doing is wrong and disloyal to her husband but, most of all feel. Beyond pissed, she called over to Wendy her brows furrowed. I want-no, I need to get drunk Noelle thought. ''Alcohol, vodka, please, and keep bringing vodka over until I'm broke!'' She shouted, her cheeks flushing red from anger.
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Wendy blinked at Noelles voice. She frowned and walked over to the chef. I hate this job... She muttered to herself. She took a shot of her own before getting a cup of vodka for Noelle and bringing it to her table. She walked there slowly, hoping to feel more calm.
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Noelle drummed her fingers impatiently, as she glared at the chef. ''Damn,'' Noelle mumbled as she tapped away on her phone. She thought of anyone in her work contacts who would love to spend another night with her in her hotel room. Some were bisexual or straight guys, all busying fooling around themselves or some were girls she hadn't spoken to since a night of no fun but, with free drinks. Noelle clicked her phone off as she kept her head down. All that came to mind was Andy but, she wouldn't text him while she was sober and so early in the morning. Noelle closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink into a world of darkness, the only safe haven of her own in which she was actually sober and not in her hotel room.
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N-Noelle? Wendy asked, placing the glass on the table. I... Im sorry about over reacting... Im just not used to people being that... Friendly. Wendy apologized, studying Noelle.
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Noelle took a deep breath, snagging the vodka from Wendy's hands. She drowned the shot of vodka, feeling it burn down her throat. ''It's not your damn fault,'' Noelle hissed, anger clear on her face. She didn't know if she should speak with Wendy about the note with the chef or their chat earlier. She kept her head down waving her glass. ''Just bring a full cup of vodka, I want to get so drunk that I'll puke,'' Noelle ran her fingers through her hair, her brows creased in anger. ''I'm such an alcoholic,'' Noelle whispered staring out the window. Would it be alright to fool with Andy, somehow during Wendy's shift or after his? Her brows furrowed as she was deep in thought, she sent her hateful eyes to her phone. She wanted a reason to cause chaos, and have it appointed to someone else, and Andy seemed vulnerable to be Noelle's victim.
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Andy thought about Jennifer that day as he slept. A dream crept into his brain that made him spring up in his bed. A dream about Jennifer and him... Then a thought he instantly regretted escaped his lips. God... Im becoming like Wendy! He yelled. He loved his sister! He did! And he knew that was terrible to say about her... But whether he loved her or not... She was still a whore who believed only what she wanted to. Great. Now Im a bad brother. He sighed, rubbing his head. Daddy? Whats wrong? Chelsy asked, peeking into the door. Why arent you at school? Her father asked. I am. Chelsy told him, showing him her laptop. She was on skype video chatting and at the other end was... A university class? Honey... How did you get into university? Andy exclaimed. Elementary School, High school, and college were too easy. Chelsy replied, walking out of the room.
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Noelle spent the next few hours, vomiting in the restaurant's toilet, tears in her eyes and her makeup running. Before she began her vomit fest, with her hair pulled back Noelle had spoken with a few guys and texted a few old friends. During this time, she had sent a few messages to Andy, moreover, directions to a nearby motel in which she had rented a room for the night. All this planned in her drunken state. ''Damn, vodka, I hate you,'' Noelle slurred as she leaned against the bathroom stall. She wiped the tears from her eyes and took a moment to catch her breath.
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Andy looked at his daughter in surprise and decided to get u to pour himself a cup of tea. Andys phone dinged and he noticed a text from Jennifer. He had plains tonight... But maybe after it wouldnt hurt to visit the girl. Just to get to know her, of course.
Wendy heard Noelle in the bathroom and blinked before walking in. Noelle? Are you okay? Wendy asked, deciding to hold hair away from Noelles face. -
Noelle wiped at her eyes, glancing towards Wendy. Her lips curved into a smug smile as she grasped her hand around her phone. ''Hm, you worried about me, darling?'' Noelle slurred, laughter escaping her lips. ''Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just had too much to drink again,'' Noelle said, stretching her leg across the bathroom floor. She glanced down at her lap for a moment. ''You got any Advil?'' Noelle questioned, thinking about calming the pain in her head.
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Wendy blushed at Noelles behaviour and nodded, leaving for the staff room to get some. Wendy wondered if she was out of line to doubt her and Noelles relationship like that as she searched for the Adville.
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Noelle thought of her husband as she sat on the floor, she knew well what she was doing was wrong. Noelle knew she was a puppetmaster, playing with everyone's hearts. The lies she told were sinful and never did she feel hurt by them. Noelle glanced at her phone for just a moment, remembering the increasingly long list of her ''work'' contacts. With the sudden urge to vomit, interrupting her thought process. Noelle clung to the toilet seat, waiting for whatever she's eaten to fall pass her lips. Once nothing came, gagging as she sat there.
Moments like these are when she felt, drunk and all, she was always thoughtful, always in her head. ''I gotta get there before he does,'' Noelle slurred, standing up. She stumbled her way, out of the bathroom, sending a glare to the chef. Noelle forgetting about Wendy had begun walking with her car keys in hand. The motel was within a walking distance but, she wanted to make sure it seemed like she was staying there for quite some time. Step by step, Noelle ignored her headache, her urge to vomit and moved forward.
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