"You keep talkin' like that," Zoe said. The smallest mouth-quirk and head-toss, throat dry. She lifted her cigarette - took a long drag, back against the barn and eyes to the bayou.

She exhaled. Smoke curled in the air between her and Lucas. He looked half-sideways at her, chin restin' on arms folded atop his knees, seated beside her. They were both slightly drunk.

"In - some other universe... bet you're a bum." Leaned to face him as she passed 'im smirk and stoge.

He hiccuped a laugh, tossin' his head up.

"...Better than bein' in one place all your life, right...?!"


July 22nd. "Universe".