Lemon Zest and Indigo Zap both lay against the wall, panting, as the doors slid closed and the train began to move. "See?" asked the first, weakly throwing her hands up in what was supposed to look like a cheer. "We made it in time, after all."
Indigo shot her a glare only half annoyed, though she wasn't sure if it was tempered by her feelings for the girl or simply by her momentary exhaustion. "This much panting and running in this cold isn't exactly healthy," she simply said, moving on the conversation.
"You don't need to always worry about things being healthy all the time," Lemon replied, running a hand through her hair to straighten it out. "And if you really cared you'd have fully quit drinking."
"Drinking makes me forget that drinking is unhealthy. And I can manage, as long as I don't do it as often as I used to. And as long as I don't get as drunk as I used to." The forced run minutes after waking up may have put a strain on Indigo, but she was still an athlete, and she was recovering from it far quicker than her friend. "And you're one to talk. I'm not the one buying cigarettes."
"I only did it-" Lemon was cut off by her own panting, and she held a hand up to keep Indigo paused as she reached for a bottle of water in her backpack. Once she was done drinking, she resumed. "Once. I only did it once. And I haven't smoked them yet. I don't plan to."
"And why did you buy them?" Indigo quirked an eyebrow as she asked that.
"Why would you not buy a pack of cigarettes when you're not someone who smokes?" Lemon asked back, as if she'd just been questioned on the most logical thing in the world. She was doing better and panting less. Knowing her, Indigo suspected she'd laced her water with sugar. Which brought her to her next point.
"You're also practically drowning yourself in the least healthy sweets imaginable."
Lemon shrugged. "Doesn't seem to be hurting too bad." She ran a hand over her waist for emphasis.
"Your metabolism will betray you sooner or later," Indigo shot back. "You'll wake up the day after your thirtieth birthday and everything you stuffed into your mouth the day before will still be there, and from then you'll know suffering."
"I could just not make it to thirty," Lemon replied. Before Indigo had time to worry too much, she added, "Or take a candle or two off the cake. I'm sure I can fool the universe for a while."
"The years'll keep passing anyway," said Indigo. "Gonna be hard to fool people on that, especially if we continue to meet up to celebrate. Unless next year you actually do manage to make us lose our train."
"It was my fault only mildly more than yours," Lemon said. "Still, sorry. Wanna find a place to sit down or do you plan to spend the whole ride standing here?"
Indigo thought about it, then shrugged. "I suppose. If I have to listen to you ramble on until we get to Sunny's place, I might as well be comfortable along the way."