Dorian Iacchus sat across from Lorelei Saunders, respective cups of Qi’s poppy java between them. Both forwent breakfast for smoking own salvia cigarettes.
Dorian leaned forward on the wrought-iron coffee table, his ankles crossed beneath the wooden chair. His red hair was pushed beneath a brown knit hat. Brown round-rimmed sunglasses sat atop his head. Dorian had on a white t-shirt and an unbuttoned white, red, and blue flannel. His black jeans were rolled above the ankle revealing his blue socks. Dorian had on camel ankle boots; a leather messenger bag hung from the back of the chair.
Lorelei sat cross-legged heavily smoking her salvia, as she leaned back. She had her blonde, pink, and magenta hair in a messy-bun. Aviator sunglasses were on her nose, and a black and gold clutch sat on the table. Lorelei had on a black romper, which was accented by a large orange-trimmed brown belt. There was a matching colored silk scarf around her neck. Lorelei had on Grecian heels.
The two had met in journalism ethics while attending Aerynd University, and then numerous classes until graduation. They were inseparable. While Ian and Jared filled his nights, Lorelei filled his days and weekends. Often, the other was a great deal more pleasurable to be around than who they were having sex with.
Lorelei was the type of friend completely accepted another person as they are. She’s the rare person that shares what she has, and the even rarer person who gladly gives up what she must to improve another’s standing. Lorelei allowed people to drop their masks and be themselves. In the instance of Dorian, he had found a person with similar proclivities underground Blithedale. Both Dorian and Lorelei were voracious readers and deeply empathic, making each an ideal conversationalist for the other; smart enough to grasp references & allusions without explanation. They remained friends through their successful endeavors: she became an associate editor/writer for FETCH magazine; Dorian became a popular graphic fiction writer and curator.
It had been just over three years since Lorelei and Dorian had seen each other. The fault in their disconnection laid with Dorian. After Jared broke up with Dorian it was a dark time. He could no longer deal with people around, so he pushed all his support systems away. Dorian had been convinced everything had to be done alone.
Dorian flicked his salvia butt into a drainage canal, pulled a second from his pack of 21, and lit it. Exhaling deeply Dorian asked, “Interested in going to Huxia?”