03-26-2026, 12:21 PM
The dancers kept conversing and Tatyana listened as she stood next to Juls. Juls didn’t seem to mind her presence and that made Tatyana think at the very least she didn’t hate her. The other dancers clocked her presence too.
The dancer who told the story introduced herself. ”Nice to meet you. We’re talking about dating mishaps. Do you have any good stories to tell.”
Tatyana blinked at being talked to directly. She hadn’t expected that. She looked at Juls who didn’t force her to say anything, but at the same time didn’t discourage it. ”Tatyana,” she said, starting with her name. ”Not really. I had a few flings in high school, but since then haven’t really been with anybody.”
Dates were never really a priority for her. Juls might put together that would have been the case because Juls knew she was homeless. She’d had sex - mostly to get money. Her “partners” were never good and didn’t last long. She was always left wanting, but she figured it was probably not best to say that.
The conversation continued and Tatyana chimed in a little more. Glad to be included. It was nice until whatever Liv had done wore off. The cravings came back full force and then some. At least she didn’t have the headache or nausea. Probably from her pill earlier. With the cravings came the emotions.
”Excuse me,” she said to the ladies and left their circle.
Tatyana went into the room Hayden had indicated. He sat in a rocking chair with the baby. Tatyana closed the door and sat just inside the entrance on the floor and as she did, the floodgates opened. She began to sob as her body screamed for her drug. All her emotions flared. Tatyana hugged her knees to her chest.
”I want my pills,” she said, merely stating the fact. She wasn’t begging for them, just telling Hayden the cravings were back. They felt stronger too.
Tatyana buried her face in her knees and sobbed. She felt she should apologize for interrupting. Besides the drugs, she knew what she wanted. She wanted someone to hold her. It wasn’t about intimacy or even sex. She just wanted to be held and feel safe and like someone cared. She wouldn’t ask though. She couldn’t ask. They might misinterpret what she wanted.
The dancer who told the story introduced herself. ”Nice to meet you. We’re talking about dating mishaps. Do you have any good stories to tell.”
Tatyana blinked at being talked to directly. She hadn’t expected that. She looked at Juls who didn’t force her to say anything, but at the same time didn’t discourage it. ”Tatyana,” she said, starting with her name. ”Not really. I had a few flings in high school, but since then haven’t really been with anybody.”
Dates were never really a priority for her. Juls might put together that would have been the case because Juls knew she was homeless. She’d had sex - mostly to get money. Her “partners” were never good and didn’t last long. She was always left wanting, but she figured it was probably not best to say that.
The conversation continued and Tatyana chimed in a little more. Glad to be included. It was nice until whatever Liv had done wore off. The cravings came back full force and then some. At least she didn’t have the headache or nausea. Probably from her pill earlier. With the cravings came the emotions.
”Excuse me,” she said to the ladies and left their circle.
Tatyana went into the room Hayden had indicated. He sat in a rocking chair with the baby. Tatyana closed the door and sat just inside the entrance on the floor and as she did, the floodgates opened. She began to sob as her body screamed for her drug. All her emotions flared. Tatyana hugged her knees to her chest.
”I want my pills,” she said, merely stating the fact. She wasn’t begging for them, just telling Hayden the cravings were back. They felt stronger too.
Tatyana buried her face in her knees and sobbed. She felt she should apologize for interrupting. Besides the drugs, she knew what she wanted. She wanted someone to hold her. It wasn’t about intimacy or even sex. She just wanted to be held and feel safe and like someone cared. She wouldn’t ask though. She couldn’t ask. They might misinterpret what she wanted.