Status: In dedication to my newest friend.
The Domino Effect
T H E D O M I N O E F F E C T
“Robin, how was your Thanksgiving?”
I saw her sit up in the side of my eye and look towards Alison sitting in the middle of the room. Robin didn’t speak much but didn’t turn down an opportunity if asked. Although my eyes had wandered up from the sketchbook in my lap my hand kept scribbling. It took in her slight slouch, her smudged makeup, her pouting lips, her dusty eyes.
“It was perfect.”
“And why’s that?” I could see the apprehension in Alison’s stiff posture. Robin bit her lip through a small smirk.
She drew up her sleeves and the tracks on her arms made some others gasp but my eyes only glistened. Damn was I jealous.
“I got slammed.”
Her eyes found mine from across the room and I grinned. She was fucked up and perfectly imperfect.