Jenny sat outside of the Anchor waiting for Jeff. The sun was shining but the wind has picked up since she sat down. She took her sunglasses off so she could see her iPod screen. As she tucked her auburn hair behind her ear, she sighed. Jenny lamented ever letting her ex-boyfriend put so much junk on her mp3 player. Gone were the days were she could just hit shuffle. Now every journey into her music library was a dangerous adventure in which she would battle suicidal pseudo-country songs or ten minute atonal farts, both of which were more dangerous than ROUSes. Music snobs. Never get involved with music snobs.
She hit play on a Billie Holiday collection and put her sunglasses firmly back on her face. Everything was too bright to look at without them, especially after spending an hour underground. The sun bounced off everything. It even made the Thames look a shade that could be mistakable for blue. It was revoltingly pleasant.
'Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?' Billie crooned. Jenny wished she brought a book with her. She needed something occupy her while she waited. She would have gone to get a drink at the bar, but it was lunchtime on a Sunday and she had no idea what sort of meeting this would be. Jeff probably had some news on a client proposal they'd been working on. Jeff had presented to the client on Saturday, so the Sunday meeting wasn't completely out of place. She hoped that it wouldn't turn into an embarrassing occasion to be flirted at. Jeff was nice, so it upset her to shoot him down. Plus he was married, and that played with her conscience more than she was pleased to admit.
Jenny shifted in her seat. She had been in a rush this morning and hadn't planned her outfit probably. Her trousers were new, but the material was itchy - the hazards of online shopping. She had to do most of her online activities at work as the internet reception in her flat was atrocious and her flatmate/landlord was shitty at getting anything done. Her parents sent her an old VCR player, so when other young twenty-somethings got home drunk and put on iPlayer, Jenny at least had her VCR recorder. She hoped she had set it right this morning. The Beeb were putting on 'Niagara'. Jenny didn't allow herself many clichés, but her unabashed love for Norma Jean and Audrey Hepburn were too deep rooted to remove now. She smiled. Last time she saw 'Niagara', she wasn't paying much attention. Fumbling on a couch had sidelined her attention. That was with Derek. Derek was a friend of a boy she was involved with. Last time she saw Derek was at a five-a-side tournament. He was throwing up after a stray kick caught him in the yarbles. He moved to the States shortly after. Jenny wondered how he was.
"Jenny!"
Jenny turned. Emerging from the tunnel under the bridge was Sarah. Sarah dressed and looked like a super model. Jenny hated her, maybe because of how Sarah made her feel about herself. It didn't help that she always looked naturally posed for a photo opportunity at every moment. Sarah approach the table like she was on a catwalk. Jenny mustered up a smile.
They chattered for a while. Sarah definitely had no information filter. Her and Jenny barely knew each other, but she had no problem relaying all of the previous night's adventures. James and Kate went home together, Will got into a fight, Eve lost her bag and had to stay at Hanna's. Exactly the same thing that happened last week, but at least it was some kind of story.
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Other musings
I promise that next time I'll write a story where something actually happens. Efficiently too.
Zero Dark Thirty and Django Unchained. Both are aimless and long, but one is a lot better than the other. Neither have anything to say.
Rashes are pretty cool huh?
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