<> <> <> * Rochelle is there, idly rubbing at her flaking polish. A light alcoholic drink sits in front of her, but it looks like she's barely touched it. She got there quickly enough, seeing as she's staying at this hotel and all. * Vera takes a bit longer to get there, having to come all the way from Roy's, but she does make it eventually. She wastes no time in finding a seat near Roche and ordering a drink. * Rochelle doesn't bother looking up from her nails. Looks like she's going to have to do some repainting. "Hey." * Vera looks around the room casually. "Yo. So this's where you've been hanging out lately, eh?" <> So, you can guess why I'm hear. ( And also why I'm here! ) Not really. I'm here 'cause you asked. But yeah, I can guess. Alright. What's the deal? 'Bout what? Edward bein' here? * Vera pulls out a cigarette. "Kinda." Edward isn't the reason I'm angry. And I am angry; I don't mind saying that straight out. * Rochelle shrugs. "Don't mind hearing it." Her thumb's almost bare of polish, and she moves to an index finger. * Vera continues as she lights up her cigarette. "I came to talk to you 'bout it, and you said if Edward didn't go, you wouldn't. But here you are. Yup. 'Cause Edward went. Obviously not by himself. Who's idea was it? Was it his? Or was it Thren's? Or yours? Edward wanted to go if we were goin'. So, Thren thought we could go seperate, and I went along with it. Weren't intending to meet up with you guys, so it shouldn't have been a problem. Uh huh. So basically, you're gonna do what you want regardless of what the rest of us say. * Rochelle picks at her nail some more. "What were you gonna do? Keep him from a city? He deserved to come here as much as Deme." Not the issue. Besides, if he wasn't here, she'd be in a lot more shit than if he was. Yeah? 'Cause it looked like a lot of shit when that psychotic doctor freak had a laser scalpel to her throat. And what's really funny? It's your damn fault that happened to her to begin with. She was kidnapped while we were rescuing you. Okay. If you don't think they could've blown a hole into the building with you still in it, that's fine. Maybe I coulda done something about it. But we won't know, will we? Nope. So why're you arguing about it? Like I said, maybe I coulda done something about it, IF I was there. But I wasn't. I was pulling your ass out of the fire. All because you decided to spit on our ideas about what to do and go with your own plan. * Rochelle keeps scraping at her nail. "I don't remember sayin' I was gonna go along with any of you. Or any of this. I told you what I thought about your ideas." Yeah, I know. You don't care. You're a selfish bitch who doesn't care about anyone but yourself. I got that part. * Rochelle nods, completely unashamed of that. "Yup." * Vera notes that. She puffs on her cigarette. "I don't know what to say. I'm so digusted." You don't give a damn about anyone else. But you sure as hell don't mind calling for help when you have your own damn problems. And why you staying with Kat? You two got some kinda bond? I bet its more for the free food. * Rochelle shrugs and says, casually, "Probably. She likes taking in strays." * Vera sighs. "What's next? You gonna abandon us to save yourself a headache? Oh wait, you already did that one." * Vera snuffs out her cigarette and stands up. "You know? Forget it. I don't want to even look at you anymore." But I'll just say this. Next time you stick your ass in a fire, don't come whining to me to pull it out. I can't rely on you in the slightest." Yeah, okay. Might wanna finish your drink before you go. * Vera heads towards the door. "You can keep it. See you in hell." ( Sooooo... That's it, I think ) * Rochelle doesn't respond to that, instead picking up Vera's drink, eyeing it, and setting it back on the counter. She finishes her own before getting to her feet and heading to the room, expression neutral as always. (Yup!)