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Post by RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN on Jan 6, 2013 1:06:44 GMT -5
Rachael was sharp enough to notice the accusation hiding behind Rowena’s question. She had spent enough time working behind a bar to pick up what people were really trying to say. Half of her wanted to strike back with something witty to say, but this wasn’t her home, and she was the guest who had thrown a wrench in what would have been normal morning for Rowena and Altair. Rachael had to play nice, especially sitting next to her friend, and not really having any pervious issues with the twin in the first place. ”The bottle was easy to find, my phone wasn’t”, Rachael said smiling as she brought her mug to her lips. With age she was learning to turn that flash of defensive pride into a diplomatic side step. A hard lesson to learn, but she was of sound mind to follow through today. A younger Rachael would have fought back, bared her teeth a bit before striking. Rowena was far from that stage though, seeing as she didn’t seem half bad herself. The more Rachael got to known her in this little impromptu breakfast gathering, the more she seemed okay in her book.
The graduate’s eyes were trained on Altair’s hand as she popped back four tiny little pills. Girl must have really been feeling it to need that much of a jumpstart. Rachael usually felt strange even taking two of any aspirin. Maybe size had something to do with it and seeing as almost anyone made the barmaid look like a dwarf, maybe two was her limit. Fuck it if she knew, science was not her strong suit. At Altair’s offering of bacon Rachael couldn’t resist any longer. She gingerly tried to break off the tiniest bite size piece she could get. ”Thanks,” she said, before savoring the wonderful taste of meat. Bacon was the end all, be all comfort food. Even some vegetarians couldn’t deny it was their biggest regret for turning the fold on meat.
Upon Rowena’s question of wither or not Rachael would be here much longer, she offered the girl a casual shrug. Carefully chewing the rest of her food and swallowing, Rachael cleared her throat, ”I wouldn’t mind finishing this cup of coffee at least before I hit the road. Wouldn’t be my ideal to run into a post box on my three five block drive to my own place just because I wasn't awake yet.” She left her answer a bit vague for the time being. While Rachael felt comfortable enough to stay here, she wasn’t going to impose on the Bennett twins. She had work much later today, but wasn’t going to linger around like some lost puppy looking for scraps. Rachael had her own life to get on with as she was sure Altair did. Of course, after the poor girl properly recovered. Her options were open, but ultimately she would leave before she breach common courtesy.
What Rachael didn't want to admit to herself was how much her nightmare had affected her. Being around the twins and engaging in conversation with them was a good enough stall for her not to have to deal with how she was really feeling. ”So what were you up to last night Rowena?” Clearly not at the dance or else Rachael wouldn’t have made an ass of herself this morning. She was grasping at straws here and hoped Altair would jump in to save her. She very much enjoyed the two going back and forth, and surprisingly didn’t feel uncomfortable. In a way she was finding out about a different side of Altair all together. Or maybe it was just fun to watch the two jabber away with their accents. It was almost adorable, as long as one didn’t mind the casual use of arsenic. which Rachael didn't.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Jan 9, 2013 7:17:40 GMT -5
Rowena scowled at her sister, blue eyes defiant. "Am not." It almost stung. She looked up to her sister, not that she'd ever tell Altair that. The Fire's ego was large enough without her help. She's just in a foul mood, is all. She loved her older-by-minutes sister and so that was all she needed to quickly forgive the jibe.
It did feel good to strike back with sarcasm. She smirked at Altair, replying with a, "But that's not nearly as fun, now is it?" The girl had called her a prude, she'd had it coming in Ro's book. Then again, she probably would have given an attitude either way. It was how things worked. "You love me." She then did what no one else was likely to attempt when Al was in such a bad mood and wrapped an arm around her neck for a moment in a brief hug. She was fairly confident she wouldn't get her arm ripped off for the gesture.
Her stare was critical for a moment as she met their guest's gaze steadily, analysing the answer. Did she believe her? After a moment, the Thunder shrugged it off. "Makes sense. I'm not shocked you lost track of things after last night, smashed as you were." Coming home in the early hours of the morning and keeping Rowena awake with their unappreciated racket. Ah, she'd get over it like she always did. She couldn't get mad at her darling twin. She nodded when Rachael said that she was staying, deciding that she didn't mind. Ro had tolerated worse people in her lifetime. This chick was actually all right.
She raised her brows. "Apart from the obvious?" This time she was being a pain on purpose, bringing up the fact that she hadn't slept for the umpteenth time. Being a brat was her specialty. Rachael deserved a more literal answer for what had been a pleasant question, however, and so she amended shortly after. "I was working on a concept of mine for a new top." Altair probably hadn't talked much about her sister to the Fire elemental and so she figured Rachael didn't know she designed her own clothing a lot of the time (or at least altered whatever it was that she bought from stores). She'd stayed up past her usual 'bed time' working on it and so maybe the other girls weren't the only ones at fault for the fact she'd gotten no sleep. Not that Ro would admit it.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 9, 2013 14:22:51 GMT -5
Altair figured that only she was allowed to call her sister a prude, just like she was the only one allowed to call her mean words. If anyone else did it, they would expect a punch to the face. At Rowena pointing out that being a jerk to Altair was just fun, she said, "Another reason on my list to put you up for adoption." As if she had that power. She didn't think she did, because she actually never considered it for all of her threatening. Her response to the hug was a gagging sound, which wasn't wholly faked, considering that after trying it just sort of happened on its own. Fucking hate everything, she thought miserably, but her sister did a good job at cheering her up.
The Fire graduate was very much preoccupied with her food than with the conversation between the two girls. Bacon was better than any conversation, in her opinion. Bacon was god. As was Advil, when it would start kicking in. With how wanton she was with pills, one would never guess what she'd been through, but she supposed a part of her wanted to fall into the trap again. It was dangerous and unhealthy, but those were pretty good words to describe Altair herself.
"Haha, rum," was Altair's addition to the conversation when Rowena mentioned just how fucked up they were. One-hundred proof, nothing could go wrong, huh? She had a habit of overestimating herself. "Take your time, we're not kicking you out until you start annoying us. And by us, I mean me." This was pretty much an empty threat considering Rach had yet to do anything that pissed her off. She was welcomed into a friendship with Altair, as odd as friendships with Altair tended to be. She suppose they really weren't like friendships at all.
When Rowena was questioned about what she'd been doing, and she responded with her concept, Altair felt a pang of pride. Her girl was a talented designer, and she liked when people recognized that. A part of it may have been because she just wasn't talented like that, but she knew it was mostly because she loved her sister so much. "Ro's better than those people on those stupid ass shows. You know Project Runway? She can blow them out of the water." Especially because of their strange "challenges." Why in the hell would someone design a dress out of cheese? That was just unholy.
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Post by RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN on Jan 14, 2013 18:01:18 GMT -5
Like Altair was ever one to complain about Rachael’s presence. Rachael was a shining beacon of hope that not everyone in the world was all rainbows, butterflies, and a crock of shit. At least with Rachael she got a good time without any strings attached. It was strange how their relationship worked. Friends between two people as cold as them never worked out, then they of course added the occasional fuck every now and then. All of Rachael’s studies on human relationships would have predicted this to be impossible to last, but here they were, beating the odds. What a fucked up feel good movie that would make.
”Then I guess serenading you is out of the question if I want to finish this coffee in your apartment.” Pfft, as if she would be caught dead singing to anyone, ever. Like she was Snow White singing to the blue birds to do her morning chores. What a lazy bitch she was, no when ever questioned that when they read the fable. Where was PETA calling Snow White out on her animal labor? She’d probably end up shooting a blue bird to shut it up if she had a hangover as bad as the blonde. ”I’ll spare you though.” Both Bennett twins would probably have more than their fair share of insults to hurl at the girl if she had been serious. That or some pretty judgmental looks that would certainly solidify this as Rachael’s last visit.
With the way Rowena was going on about last night, it made Rachael wish she could go back in time. Then she’d have the sense to just bring Altair back to her own apartment where they didn’t have to worry about keeping anyone up. Next time, she thought as she offered Ro a shrug and her best attempt at an apologetic look. Honestly there was nothing she could do about it now so there was no sense to beat a dead horse. She was genuinely shocked to hear about what the other Bennett sister had been up to. Designing wasn’t something she heard about day in and day out in her sociology classes. Clearly her sister Altair was proud of what she did. ”Do you make Altair model your clothes, or do you make them for yourself in mind?” What did it matter, they were twins. It was going to look pretty much the same on either one of them. Swirling the last sip in the bottom of her mug, Rachael finished the drink off while it still had some heat to it.
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