Hallway to MCA #5, Monday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

Ugh.

Sarah had been away for a while, back in London. For reasons. Nothing very good, though nothing very horrible, either. She'd ducked out this morning, though. It would've been otherwise fine to spend her birthday in dear old London, except her parents had threatened to pay her a visit, and she just wasn't feeling up to her old favourite game of disappointing her dad extra hard by pretending to be even worse than he thought. So, she'd come back.

And once she'd come back, she'd realized she'd missed graduation. Sparkle's graduation, to be exact. So now she felt like shit. And she had no plans for her birthday, and she was spending it alone, and she found herself missing Guy and April and who the fuck ever she'd ever managed to care about only to lose touch.

Yeah.

This all probably explained why she was making her way towards her apartment with a great big bag of groceries, where bottles of Green Lamp Ale clinked together, packets of crisps made crisp-packet noises, and there was enough ice cream to probably get a class of first-graders into a sugar coma.

[ooc: Oooopen post! Of birthday frowning.]

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[electrocynic]

Sarah liked to think they were both grown up enough to know that sometimes it was enough to just feel better during, because one night (or afternoon) stands weren't really a cure for anything.

Still better than staring at a wall. Or eating five tubs of ice cream.

"I know," she said. "But you should probably touch it to make sure."

[suitably_heroic]

Oh, Atton had done this for the during for a long time. But eventually it had just stopped being worth it.

If he was backsliding, though, he might as well do it good and proper.

So he slid his hand over her breast as he leaned in further to kiss her for real.

[electrocynic]

Well, relapses were a thing, and so far this one was starting off okay. The kiss was all salt and beer, but Sarah was fine with that. It went with everything else, and she leaned into it, her hand ending up on his thigh for now.

[suitably_heroic]

Yeah, Atton wasn't huge on the beer, but he could forgive that just based on the location of her hand alone.

He'd move this up off the sofa - eventually - and to her bedroom - also eventually - where he'd put his hard-won high dexterity stats experience to work. But right now, this was a promising start to an afternoon of strictly no thinking about his life whatsoever, and he was going to take his time with it.