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@lucieoconnor​

Where : Cedar Creek, Maywood, ME

When : Present, May 2020

Sharing balcony to drink or smoke cigarettes with the kid you used to babysit was nothing short of strange. It didn’t matter how old Lucie was, twenties or not, Liv still saw the gangly twelve year old that needed to be carted off to the local dance studio regularly. Which was why listening to the all of the noise coming from Lucie’s apartment at three in the morning felt particularly annoying. It was too similar to having to fight with her to go to sleep all those years ago. 

Liv also had a sleep condition and the noise wasn’t helping. She kicked open her front door with a glare, Tabby Cat dangling from her arms helplessly, and stomped down the hall. If Leo was in the building, he was probably going to hate her for what she was about to do.

Olivia reached Lucie’s front door and slammed the sole of her foot into the wood three times. She paused, waiting for the music to stop. Tabby Cat meowed in her arms. 

“It’s three in the morning, Luc,” Olivia said, scowl deepening.  

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Lucie was a night owl, that was for sure. Once the sun had set and she had had a drink or a smoke, that’s when her muse came out to play. And tonight was no exception. It was 3am, not that she noticed and she was hammering away at her piano keys, lost in the melody and singing at the top of her lungs. Music was her therapy. Plus, she also had a setlist to learn for an upcoming gig and some of the songs were trickier to play than others. Yes, she could use a backing track but that wasn’t her style.

“Fuck!” She cursed as she made the same mistake on the same part of the song that she had made at least twenty times in a row. Taking a deep breath and a swig of her drink, she attempted it again, determined to nail it.

“Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom, man made up a story, said that I should believe him –– go and tell your white knight that he’s handsome in hindsight, but I don’t want the next best thing, so I sing––”

Just as she was about to hit the section she had messed up so many times, Lucie heard three loud knocks at her door. She stopped and stood up from her piano, wondering who the hell was pounding on her door at this time. She pulled open her door fiercely, ready to yell at the person that was bothering her when she was met with Olivia, the girl who used to babysit her. 

“It’s three?” Was the first thing the brunette said, raising her eyebrows. “Shit.” Even though Lucie was a fraction taller than the other girl, in this moment, she felt like Liv towered over her, especially with the daggers being shot in her direction. 

Tabby Cat jumped in Olivia’s arms as a curse broke through the silence. When the door opened, she braced herself for an argument. Instead, Lucie surprised her and paused. The surprise on her neighbor’s face was made evident by the arch of her brows. Olivia mirrored Lucie’s expression before nodding. It was definitely three a.m., since she laid in bed for the past hour listening to Lucie sing and hammer away on her piano. Just like old times. 

“Yes. It’s three, and you’re lucky it’s me and not the cops coming over for a noise complaint,” she nagged. Tabby Cat meowed his agreement. They weren’t the only people in the building, and one of their neighbors worked at the hospital. Truthfully, Olivia was surprised he hadn’t stalked down the hallway to complain. “What the hell are you practicing for that you’re up at three a.m?” Olivia asked, curiosity outweighing her annoyance -- at least Lucie was surprised by the time rather than ambivalent. 

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“You’re not going to take my power cable away are you?” Lucie smirked, remembering what Liv used to do in the past when they were much younger and Lucie should have been sleeping. Truthfully, she hadn’t even noticed that it was so late, but now she mentioned it, she was beginning to grow tired. “To be honest, I’m glad it’s you and not the cops. I’m sorry, Liv.” She offered, smiling sheepishly. It might not always seem like it, but Lucie was never intentionally trying to be a dick. It just sometimes happened.

“I’m singing at an event in a few days and they have –– rather last minute –– requested some covers as well as my original songs. So I’m learning them, or trying to.” She explained, already forming a rather bad relationship with the song she was currently trying to learn.

“Seeing as I’m not looking to get arrested for petty theft: not tonight,” Olivia said with a smirk of her own. She could have added that taking the power cable away hadn’t put a stop to Lucie’s nightly practicing. In fact, at some point Lucie started to get around her by using headphones. Then, Olivia flipped the breaker to her room at random intervals throughout the night. There were no breakers that she could access now, so this would have to do. 

“It’s alright. I sleep like shit anyways,” Olivia shrugged. She nodded towards the keyboard peeking out in the background. It wasn’t the one she remembered, which meant this one was louder. “What event and what covers? It’s not like Bob Dylan songs is it?” she asked, her distaste apparent in her voice; Bob Dylan may have been a great, but Olivia’s experience with him was recent and his voice was not what it once was.