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Kimberly frowned looking at Liz laying on her bed smoking two different blunts, the whole room stunk of weed and . It was a wonder how Carla could stand to live in this apartment when she didn’t do drugs, the smell alone was enough to make Kimberly sick. Or maybe that was that she just so happened to be in the same room as a lying bitch that she couldn’t stand? Either way she tried to keep a level head, though it wasn’t the easiest thing to do when Liz called her a bitch. Kimberly laughed darkly as she looked at Liz. [b]“How are you going to make me leave Liz? Call the cops and tell them you owe the mob money? If you can get a hold of one that isn’t in my pocket, though…..I think we’ve been over this.”[/b] Kimberly said her voice dark but controlled. No, there was no way that Liz could make her leave, this should have been told to Liz when they first made their deal, though perhaps she had been to fucked up to remember.

Kimberly raised an eyebrow looking over at the bag of money that Liz gestured to, slightly surprised that Liz actually had the money that she owed. Or well, had some of the she owed though it didn’t even put her close to how much she owed now, that was of course not counting Carla. Kimberly frowned though going to the dresser, licking her thumb and forefinger she counted through the money making sure it was $10,000 even before putting it in her purse.

She then turned her head to look at Liz a smile creeping its way onto her face before she let a ticking sound come from her lips as she partied them slightly. [b]“Tisk tisk mio carlo, that is so far from the amount that you owe me.”[/b] Even though she tried to hide the strange amount of joy she felt right now, it was hard and some of it seeped through into her tone. [b]“You can’t think $10,000 would make up for how deep you are, do you? Let alone the 180,000 extra you now owe me for saving your cousin.”[/b] She added. 

Coming over to the bed, pushing her legs off the bed roughly before sighing. [b]“Now you’re pissing me off puttana. So get your ass up and lets leave so Carla can get her shit like I said. Or Ethan will make you leave!”[/b] She yelled at Liz getting quite tired of having to deal with Liz and the fact she acted like Kimberly couldn’t do anything to her. If Kimberly was the killer of the family, Liz would have been gone by now, but she would leave that up to Dimitri. Ethan came to the doorway hearing Kimberly yell his name. 

[b]“Andiamo Liz, get your ass up.”[/b] Kimberly added frowning as she gestured towards the bedroom door.

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Kimberly couldn't help but let out short but bitter laugh at the waitresses words about not wanting to see someone else in pain. She had never met someone who didn't want another person to be in some kind of pain, it wasn't very common in the circles of people she was always around. [b]"Well you're first person I've ever met that didn't want that."[/b] She muttered softly before looking up at Carla frowning. [b]"Sorry that was crueler than I meant it to be."[/b] She added quickly and loudly not wanting her company to leave, oddly having someone around to talk to made her feel a little better, even more so that she didn't even know Carla. 

She smiled widely as Carla talked about her brother and dog. Kimberly had only once had a dog, though it was before she came to America and it was a gift from her uncle. However it attacked one of her older brothers and her father gave it back. Or at least that was what he told her at that time. Soon Kimberly was pointing out that it was the selfish people in life that made things suck. Which was true, it only took two selfish people to ruin her life. She even went so far as to point out that her family wasn't very trust worthy, something was a lot easier to say to someone she didn't know.

Carla started talking about herself and the fish that she had before her dog, and Kimberly listened intently as she smiled brightly. Though Carla said she had gotten off track it was interesting to hear the girl talk, about what she did to make herself able to make herself a little more trusting of people, and how to take care of her dog. Kimberly gave a soft laugh shaking her head as the girl in front of her peeked through her bangs at her. [b]“That’s alright, that is a really good idea but…..”[/b] She shook her head again. [b]“I’m afraid I am going to try and move in with the friend that dropped me off. And he is afraid of dogs.”[/b] She said before making a ticking sound as the other waitress came up to the table. 

Kimberly looked up at the waitress, her eyes instantly looking the woman over. But she was now single and so truly she wasn’t hurting anything. Looking away she muttered a grazie, the woman to her wasn’t actually anything special and a little to pissy for her taste. Than again she didn’t know that Carla was supposed to be taking this table for her. Kimberly offered Carla half of her omelet, having to correct herself to English so she could understand what Kimberly had asked.

Shrugging her shoulders Kimberly used her folk to dig into the omelet in front almost forgetting Carla was there in her hunger until she spoke again, and she smiled widely at Carla. [b]“It’s Italian. I’ve only been in America for four years now, my madre…..mother only speaks Italian. So some things I have trouble remembering how to say right off.”[/b] Kimberly said with a slight laugh. After a bit of talking she took a bite of her food, which was wonderful for such a small and crappy place, and she let her eyes close a little before Carla asked how it was. [b]“Delizioso. Omelets are one of the few things I can’t cook. It’s no longer a wonder why so many people are here.”[/b] She answered though it might have sounded snoopy to say such a thing, she really had wondered why so many were here.