Who Knew?
briar

Stroke. Stroke. Ahh...what a lovely cuticle. Nail shimmered like an opal.

Who would have guessed they'd ended up like this? Brassiest of the top brass, high on top like a cherry. Pinnacle.

French manicure good; new color better. Shade of a brighter, sweeter future.

No Lindsey's goodbye fuck hadn't been necessary after all. Execution gone ahead as planned.

Still, it was fun.

Good smells hopeful as nailpolish.

Lilah thinks she'll call Cordelia for lunch.

Lilah. Hopeful. Nail Polish.