Snippet #2442571

Noel couldn’t help but smile as her offer was accepted. It may not have been done in the most polite way, but hell, being thrown here does that to you. He first day here was filled with nothing but profane language leaving her mouth every other word. So she brushed off the comment and said, “That’s the spirit!” and waited for him as he joined her and the staff member whose name she did not care to learn.

As he pulled out his pack of cigs she was doing the same, sliding one out and flipping her zippo light open, lighting it with such ease that it was obvious she had done the task many times before. She took a drag as the boy asked her, “You seem to like strangers don’t you?” She exhaled slowly, taking her time and cherishing the feeling that it left her. Then she responded, “Not at all. I think strangers are the worst. Which is why I’m talking to you now, one less stranger in the world.” She paused a moment before saying, “I’m Noel by the way. Noel Greenwood.”

Some staff member came by and scolded the boy for not wearing a shirt, and Noel smoked her cigarette and watched in amusement. The staff member was a girl, so she should be okay with a fit, shirtless man walking around. It was something that a girl in her profession probably didn’t see that often. But she scolded anyway, and he promised to not do it again, to Noel’s distaste. But she didn’t say anything about it.


Then the boy muttered about the eavesdropping and Noel just smirked and said, “I’ve learned to ignore them. The new ones don’t really pay much attention to anything anyway. Neither do the old ones. Or the young and pretty ones for that matter. Actually, I’m not sure any of them pay attention.” She had tested this the day before, they listen for key words like “drug” or “pill” or something along those lines. Other than that though they drown out the people here, probably waving off anything they have to say as delusional druggie talk.