Florence had tried to wrap her working day up quickly; she didn’t want Kent to have to wait for her. However, the efficiency had her finished with things rather early and so, since there were only ten minutes left until her shift ended, she decided to drop by Kent’s office.
With a careful knock on the door she opened it, peeking inside with that usual smile playing on her lips. Truth be told she was quite nervous but she did her best to keep those feelings away. It seemed like Kent needed a night out and Florence really didn’t mind spending time with him. He was nice. Shy and charming and with a smile that was heart melting.
“Hey, I am finished now so anytime you’re ready…” Her cheeks were round in their wide smile, nose slightly wrinkled as she leaned against his doorframe, waiting for him to reply.
Smoothing his hair down, Kent stood in front of the mirror across the room, opposite his desk.
"Shit," he said out loud as he remembered he had forgotten to shave his facial hair, which was being to make him look like a beggar. Shaking his head, he gave up on his hair, realizing that it wasn’t going to make him appear any different. But, deep inside of himself, Kent wanted so desperately to impress Florence. She was a beautiful and respectable woman, and he was sure she didn’t want to be seen with someone who didn’t take the time to clean themselves up.
Walking away from the mirror, Kent glanced at the large clock towards his office door and wondered if he should go seek her out like he had told her. Loosening his tie and grabbing his jacket from the chair he felt his flask and wondered if he should bring it along of leave it. But, before he could make up his mind he heard a soft knock at the door and saw Florence peek inside.
Smiling, Kent walked towards her, “Sure, yes. Let’s get going.” Walking out of the door, Kent shut the light off and closed the door behind him.
There was a silence between them as they walked down the hallway towards the exit. Kent, however, didn’t mind since he was rather nervous and shy when it came to speaking with a woman as lovely as Florence. Opening the door for her once they reached the exit, he let his hand linger on the small of her back for just a second before he dropped it and followed after her
"I hope I didn’t intrude on any plans you may of had today." He confessed.
Sure, I could do that…
Great. I’ll pick you up.
Well, I mean - I guess, I will meet you outside of your room?
Do you, do you want to come to Ashwick with me.
Aww… Kent! You’re breaking my heart. Is there anything I can do?
What are you doing…tonight, after your shift is done?
Aw, I’m sorry to hear that…
It was nice… is it bad that I missed this place?
I don’t think it’s a good sign. I would have loved to have gotten away for the holidays.
How was your Christmas, Kent?
Was alright. Could have been better. How was yours?
You’re trying? Now? Where were you when it mattered? I needed this guy back when I was a kid. I don’t need you now. It’s too late now. Everything’s already happened.
Piper was walking out of the rec room, where she had been with Abby. It was lovely to have someone to chat to, but she just needed a breather - her chest felt constricted. What she saw, though, shocked her. She had always felt very uncomfortable watching other people lose their composure, which was strange given that she had lost hers beyond the point of no return.
But this man, this..important man.. seemed to be broken. Soon after she realised this, her tears came back. They were all so fucking broken. The patients, the staff, every-fucking-body. What was the point of a place meant to heal the cracked, if it just forced people to shatter even more?
She approached the warden, tears streaming down her face.
“Good booze there, Kent?” she said. It was amazing, this ability they all had, to say completely normal things through the tears.
Kent ran a hand through his disarrayed hair, while wiping the left over liquor from his beard with the back of his hand. He tried to stand, but failed miserably and landed back onto the cool tiled floor. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall. He just wanted to get back to his office, for he knew he shouldn’t be out and about in the state he was in. He had to set an example for the others, but the weight of everything began to fall heavily upon his shoulders. For a short moment he had given up.
Opening his eyes he turned his eyes to the side and saw a figure coming towards.
"Evelyn?" He whispered, only quiet enough so he could hear. As he squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows, he realized it wasn’t his dear Evelyn, but a patient whose name escaped him.
Once the young girl stood in front of him, he tucked the flask inside the pocket of his pants. He wiped the tears, he had failed to realize that have fallen, from his eyes as he pulled his legs closer to him.
"Yes? No, no it wasn’t. Drinking is a bad demon to fight." He looked up at her and smiled sheepishly. He realized she had been crying and patted the floor next to himself. "Care for some company?"