#my beloved lesbian (Dasia)

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"Motel" for whatever oc strikes your fancy! (Or if you'd rather do a character that's fine too I'm not picky LOL)

I’ll do Dasia since I haven’t written her much! Also I just made up a college so uh. yeah don’t take that as canon

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Roughly all the buildings look the same the minute you hit the bayou, and for a second, any semblance of Mississippi-Louisiana differences seem just as rotted as the last shanty you drove past. Roxy’s got a head full of ideas about making all this seem/become/be better alongside her old man and now you. From top of the DPU nursing program to on the road to the shittiest motel in New Bordeaux, Louisiana. Can’t say this is the path you predicted.

Papa always said some bullshit about the necessity of accepting things as they were, save when he was 3/4ths down a Jack Daniels and ranting ‘bout the destruction of all evils. At some point you grew up and Papa didn’t. At some point you grew as tired as everyone else and needed to do something.

At least the mattress ain’t too shitty, and you got a gig at the ritzy white-folk hospital that should cover a few months’ stay. Hell, you could get an upgrade if you wanted. But there are people out here with it worse than a leaky roof and half-tank-full Potomac. You reach to the phone to dial Roxy’s number after shoving the suitcase under the bed.

“It’s Dasia.”

“You get to the hotel?”

“Yeah, real dump.”

“Figured. Curse of pro-bono work, huh?” You chuckle. “You could stay with MJ if that’s of any interest.”

“Prefer not, drive would fuckin’ kill my car. But thanks.”

“I could fix it up for you.”

You’d pay everything you had to have that happen. “Only if you want to, I mean, it’s a shitbox on wheels but it runs.”

“I’ll swing by sometime this week. You get the booze, I’ll bring my toolbox.”

“Aight, works for me.”

You pray she doesn’t hear the grin on your face through the phone.