She bent down to reach the bottom shelf of the cups, hoping that the low angle would cause Mona’s view of her face to be skewed or at least hard to see. The last thing she wanted was for Mona to see her rather transparent reaction to anything she said. Emily was not going to be manipulated by Mona, not tonight. Not when her mind was on whatever had happened to Alison. “I don’t want to talk to you about anything,” Emily said pointedly, stacking a green mug on top of a similarly sized blue one. “And, honestly, I don’t care if things have been bothering you,” Emily glanced up at the other brunette and raised her eyebrows with a shrug before turning back to the shelf and placing yet another mug into its place. She added, “Mostly because I know it was you or one of your minions who put the rat into Paige’s locker.” Reaching for her phone, Emily texted a quick response back to Alison, who was not happy with her. At all. Maybe if she never stood back up, Mona would just leave.
However, when she heard Hanna’s name mentioned, Emily stood abruptly. “Mona,” Emily began accusingly, her tone rough as she rounded on the girl sitting at the counter, “If Hanna sent you here to try to talk to me about –” She cut herself off and narrowed her eyes at Mona, suddenly hyperaware that she was probably giving too much information out to the smaller girl. Taking in a deep breath, she busied herself with the stack of checks near the cash register, her gaze flicking towards Mona. “What about Hanna? We aren’t exactly talking right now.”
Unfazed by Emily’s rather unfriendly manner of speaking, Mona simply popped the last ice cube left in her glass in her mouth. She sucked on it and kept her eyes on Emily as she waited to see how she was going to respond to Hanna being mentioned. Immediately the other girl went on the defensive, thinking that she’d been sent by Hanna herself to talk about…what, exactly? Mona was surprised—did Emily know that she and Hanna were on speaking terms or had she just made a very astute assumption? Either way the statement rattled her. But she didn’t respond, just gave Emily a surprised glance, her eyes only widening as the brunette stated that she and Hanna weren’t on speaking terms.
"Oh, I didn’t know that. I just have seen her around and she doesn’t seem herself," Mona began, her voice surprisingly gentle. "She drastically changes her appearance and starts chugging alcohol every chance she gets? I’m worried about her." She sighed, playing up her concern even more so that Emily didn’t think she’d talked to her at all. "I’m not in any position to say anything to her, obviously she wouldn’t listen to me..I just thought maybe if I talked to you, that you could be there for her or something. But if you’re not talking…well, I don’t know. But I’d really hate for something to happen to Hanna as a result of all this. We both know she doesn’t handle her alcohol very well."
Mona had been sitting at The Brew for three hours now and she’d only ordered water. If it had been anyone besides Mona, Emily would have been fine with that – so long as they left her a tip. However, since it was Mona, one of Emily’s least favorite people, each passing minute caused her stomach to tense up even a little bit more. It also felt oddly like Mona was there to watch Emily and put her under some kind of human surveillance. Every time Emily glanced up, secretly wishing that Mona had disappeared, her brown eyes would find another pair of brown eyes staring back at her, that smirk plastered on her perfectly painted lips. Mona was so unpredictable and Emily could hardly stand not knowing what the smaller brunette wanted from her or why she was suddenly so fixated on Emily when, in the past, it had always been Hanna.
Finally, it was time to close The Brew, and Emily wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there, go home, and call Alison or something. Maybe she’d let Emily spend the night with her again; it seemed like none of them wanted to sleep alone these days. Honestly, Emily didn’t blame them. The patrons in the coffee shop began filing out, closing their computers, and returning their cups to the front counter. As Emily put them into the bus pan to be taken care of by the dishwasher, she watched the final person leave The Brew. The only ones left were her and Mona, who seemed to refuse to take any cues from anyone else to get her ass up and leave the coffee shop. With an audible sigh, Emily walked over to the door and turned the sign to CLOSED before returning back to the counter, beginning to stack clean cups back onto the shelf. “So,” Emily began, as nonchalantly as she could, “What do you want, Mona?”
Mona had her sights set on Emily for a while now. Out of all the girls, she had the strongest connection to Alison and that had started to become even more apparent. She’d noticed throughout the whole night that Emily had been texting someone and seemed agitated. It took some inattention on Emily’s part and some neck craning on Mona’s to discover that it was none other than Alison that Emily was exchanging messages with. She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, pretending that she was doing something else. But the next moment that she glanced back up, Emily’s dark eyes met hers. Mona gave her a signature smirk and said nothing. Though she’d been looking to Emily as a weak point of Alison’s, she was here tonight for a different purpose.
As the Rear Window Brew approached closing time, Mona paid no attention to its patrons. Sitting at the counter she simply watched Emily clean up and once she had turned the sign to close, she leaned onto her elbows and smiled. “Hello to you, too, Emily.” Mona said with slight venom in her voice, a tone that came naturally to her. “Actually, I was hoping that we could talk. There’s something that’s been bothering me.” She attempted to sound more pleasant as she spoke to the taller girl, not bothering to tell her outright what she wanted to discuss. In fact she was concerned for Hanna, but as she couldn’t afford to screw things up by pushing Hanna herself, she could at least try to put the bug in Emily’s ear. “It’s about Hanna.” She finally stated after a long pause. The name left Mona’s mouth with great difficulty, like honey barely dribbling out of the bottle. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to Hanna’s friends about this, but at least Emily was the most cordial of the three.
Paige sighed in content as she felt the hot water wash over her. She lathered her body in soap and rinsed off, slowly. She closed her eyes. This had been a weird night to say the least. She was still having a hard time figuring Mona out and what exactly Mona wanted with her. Sure, Mona told her what she wanted with her but it was probably something else altogether. Paige took her time in the shower, wanting to savour the feeling of almost being stress free. She felt that way while swimming too. Water calmed her that way. Finally turning off the shower, Paige grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself.
"Sydney?" Paige wondered out loud. "What does she have to do with any of this? How does she even know Alison?" Paige only knew Sydney from swimming of course, and not very well. She found herself being a little surprised that Sydney was the scheming type. Part of Paige wanted to text Emily to tell her about this little bit of news and then she remembered she couldn’t really do that. Not when Mona was probably going to watch her like a hawk from now on. The other people in Mona’s little club made sense, Paige thought as she to take off her bathing suit, covering herself with her towel so that Mona couldn’t see her getting dressed. Once dressed, Paige grabbed her bag. "Ready to go?" She asked.
"Yup, Sydney." Mona answered with her back to Paige, though she could see her in the mirror if she really wanted to. "To be quite honest, I think there’s more to that story than even I know. But she hated Alison immediately upon coming into town, turns out Ali isn’t a big Syd fan either.” She smirked and finished brushing out her hair, opting to reapply her eyeliner and some gloss on her lips. Mona turned around once Paige said she was ready and nodded. “Yeah, of course. Do I look okay?” She questioned, picking up her bag and stuffing her things inside hurriedly. Mona realized she wasn’t entirely sure where it was they were going, but she supposed it didn’t really matter anyway. They could have this conversation anywhere, right?
Mona: Oh no reason. My mom's out of town and I'm just like, so bored.
Alright then. It’s nice to know you can actually give them.
Last time I checked my hair wasn’t made of snakes..I’m not nearly as bad as people make me out to be.