gravel & wine [c]

[CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT]

i got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back got a pistol for a mouth my old mama gave me that making my own road out of gravel and some wine and if i have to fall then it won't be in your line i'm a bad woman to keep make me mad i'm not here to please paint me in a corner but my colour comes back once you go black you never go back -------

i'm a black sheep

it had started off as a regular night for cassadee. things had gone exceedingly well - and that's why she should have known that something had to go wrong. everything started off easily enough; she told her parents she was going out, and there was almost no resistance on their part (which made dee think stupidly, for a moment, that maybe her mother would begin to lay off - which was followed by her mother declaring that her outfit was much too scandalous). she'd then changed, left the house before her mother could say much else, and proceeded to spend the rest of the night among friends, drinking whenever she felt thirsty - which happened to be quite often, as any dealings with her insufferable mother tended to leave her parched for that amber liquid.

by the time she left her friend's house, it was close to two-thirty in the morning and pitch black outside. her head had been a little fuzzy, of course, and even though some had offered to drive her home, she'd (dumbly) refused; she was perfectly fine walking back, she'd told them. even so, one of them offered to walk with her, because they knew that when dee got drunk, she was far less coordinated than she was in her sober state. there was no way in hell she could have pulled a balançoire at that point, considering her state of inebriation.

of course, she might have tried to do one. she isn't really sure what she did, because as it turned out, she fell - and landed on a broken bottle that cut open her knee. there had been a long string of curses, and her friend hoisted her into his arms and went back to his car, driving her to the hospital.

and that's how she ended up sitting on a hospital bed, listening to the doctor tell her that they'd called her house and someone was coming to get her. they didn't say who, but regardless of which parent was coming to get her, cassadee knew she was going to be in hot water. if it was her parents at all, which she was praying to god it wasn't. she'd already told her friend that he didn't need to stay; she could wait for her punishment in peace, wallowing in the throbbing pain of her knee.

outfit: here
notes: awwwyiissss
tagged: kennedy !

[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

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Unlike her rebellious sister, Kennedy Beaufort was much more content laying in her room with her laptop on her lap than going out and hitting the party scene. Not that she was invited often to things of that nature, but it was the thought that counted. The parents of the sisters seemed in a very good mood this evening, which spared the younger one the shouts and arguments that would have proceeded otherwise. Instead, Kenny got the evening to herself with a nice cup of cocoa as she occupied her time with menial tasks that ranged from random YouTube videos to drawing with her tablet.

The brunette fell asleep around midnight, a rather reasonable hour considering her activities. However, it did not occur to her to take the phone and return it to its hook downstairs. Why it was in her room in the first place she could not recall, but it was there nonetheless. So it was only natural that, shortly after two-thirty, Kenny was awaken by the sound of ringing. Startled awake, she didn't take the moment to glance at the caller ID before picking it up, not realizing that she would be taking a call meant for her parents.

"Hello, this is Maple Hollow hospital. Is this the Beaufort residency?"

Kennedy sat up, somewhat alarmed by the introduction. "Yes, sir it is."

"We've got a Miss Cassadee Ilse Beaufort here. She took a fall and we need somebody to assist her home. Would you like to come and get her now or have us house her for the night?"

Dee? In the hospital? This couldn't be good. "No, no. I'll be down to get her in about fifteen minutes," Kennedy offered, slipping on her slippers as she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder. There was an acknowledgement of thanks before the line was hung up. Kennedy briefly considered waking her mother or father to get her, but she quickly shoved the thought away. If she knew Dee at all, it was that she didn't like getting the parents involved if they didn't have too. It was this process that had Kennedy snagging the keys, shrugging a sweater on, and slipping out the front door to car.

Fifteen minutes later, Kennedy knocked on the door before pushing her way into the room where they had Cassadee resting. Seeing her older sister, Kenny couldn't help but smirk. "Happy to see me?"

[CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT]

i got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back got a pistol for a mouth my old mama gave me that making my own road out of gravel and some wine and if i have to fall then it won't be in your line i'm a bad woman to keep make me mad i'm not here to please paint me in a corner but my colour comes back once you go black you never go back -------

i'm a black sheep

cassadee spent the majority of her waiting time praying to god that she would go without getting yelled at tonight - which was, of course, rather impossible of her mother decided to come and get her (a notion that was still up for debate - it would be just like her mother to make her stay at the hospital). so when the doctor came in and told her that someone was coming to get her soon, she was both simultaneously relieved and instantly tense at the same time. quite likely it was a parent - kennedy almost never answered the home phone - and if it was her mother, she was going to get a firm scolding; if it was her father, he'd probably ruffle her hair and make fun of her. mildly, and with affection, but make fun of her nonetheless. cassadee was in the mood for neither of those things.

as it turned out, she didn't have to deal with either thing. in fact, the face that greeted the foggy-eyed cassadee at nearly three AM was, in fact, her younger sister - a sight for sore eyes in this case, while normally kennedy's appearance meant only mild irritation and maybe a case of soft-spot. however, in this instance, dee was mildly please instead of the former, because this meant that kennedy had picked up the phone instead of her parents. there was no way janene would have let kennedy come and get dee alone if she knew that her eldest daughter was in the hospital.

so yes, to answer kennedy's question. dee was happy to see her.

but instead of saying so right away, the elder brunette rolled her eyes and snorted. "happier than i would have been if you were mom or dad? definitely," she answered, her words still a little slurred. the pain in her knee had been enough to clear up the fog in her head a little bit, but it wasn't enough to get rid of the intoxication in her system. she stood up from where she was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, holding onto it for support as she gathered her composure.

"do they know?" dee asked after minute. a small part of her was afraid that they had let kennedy just come and get her - that they were so furious this time, so completely done with her, that they hadn't even wanted to come and see her face. god knows, if she was her own parent she would have given up a long time ago. which is why she was lucky she wasn't anybody's parent. resting a hand on kennedy's shoulder to steady herself again as she moved forward, she winced when pain shot up her leg, wiping away some of the fog from her head again.

"shit," she muttered, her otherwise haughty expression crumpling after a moment to give way to the pain. she swiped a stray hair from her face quickly, clearing her throat and moving to the door. "if they don't, i don't want to tell them. deal?"

outfit: here
notes: ba dum dum dum
tagged: kennedy !

[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

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It was times like these that Kennedy was reminded of how... Charming her sister could be while she was drunk. Actually, that was inaccurate. In all honesty, her sister seemed to always act with a sort of sarcasm and distaste towards her younger sister. But that didn't really matter. She'd like to think that they both were equally mean towards each other and nothing really would change that. So the response that Kenny received was actually on the higher end of the "thank you" spectrum than what she was expecting. At least she didn't throw anything or seem all too upset that her younger sister had decided to go out in public looking like she just rolled out of bed.

As her sister stood up, asking her whether or not their parents knew, she gave a laugh and shook her head. Dee started for the door, obviously in pain, instructing her not to inform anybody of this little incident. Kennedy rolled her eyes, following easily after her sister. "You honestly think mom would have let me come and get you if you were hurt?" Kenny queried, arching a brow at her sister. "She coddles you like there's no tomorrow," she pointed out, opening the door so Dee could pass her.

"So, no. They don't know," she reaffirmed, giving a shrug. There were a few things that Kenny was okay with lying to her parents about. One of them was the classic how are you doing. The other happened to be creating elaborate stories about where her older sister was, what she had been doing, ect. She learned a long time ago not to tell her parents anything that transpired with the elder Beaufort if she could avoid it. This injury obviously wasn't life-threatening and, other then maybe being sore and lazy for a few days, it wouldn't warrant the need to tell the parents.

"You want to tell me how this happened or should I start guessing?" Kennedy offered, tilting her head and looking skeptically at her sister. Whatever she had done, the younger Beaufort hoped that it would at least be interesting.

[CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT]

i got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back got a pistol for a mouth my old mama gave me that making my own road out of gravel and some wine and if i have to fall then it won't be in your line i'm a bad woman to keep make me mad i'm not here to please paint me in a corner but my colour comes back once you go black you never go back -------

i'm a black sheep

the fact of the matter was that cassadee was actually eternally grateful that kennedy had opted to come and get here. it was a mild reminder that, even though they bickered and generally held a distasteful view of each other, they were still sisters - and dee felt relieved to know that she could rely on kennedy if she ever really needed it. she hoped she wouldn't ever really need it - but it was nice to know, all the same.

she was in a lot of pain - at least to her drunk brain - and she was sort of pretty wasted, but not so wasted that she didn't give kennedy's current choice of tire a weary once-over. the hastily thrown-on clothing elicited a roll of the brunette's eyes once more. i wasn't dying, she could have taken a little more time, she thought dryly, but opted out of mentioning anything. after all, kennedy didn't have to keep this a secret. she wasn't going to risk her parents finding out at this point. of course, when she woke up sobered, hungover, and in pain from her fall, she'd know that kennedy wouldn't tell their parents regardless - but for now, she was going to play it mostly safe.

"you honestly think mom would have let me come and get you if you were hurt? she coddles you like there's no tomorrow." the words elicited a twist of cassadee's lips. didn't she know it. her mother's stifling adoration was nothing short of infuriating - for once she would have liked to go with their father to the training center instead of to the late afternoon galas her mother chose to drag her to. dee wasn't ever in the mood to listen to her mother talk about either a.) getting married to a wealthy man or b.) degrading the fact that dee wanted to dance ballet professionally.

"yeah, well," dee replied tartly, "i thought maybe she was done. god knows i'd get tired really quick if i had a child like me." she said this dryly, but drunk as she was, she couldn't keep that little hint of fear out of her voice. one day, her parents would get tired of caring, she was sure. and what would she do when that day came? hopefully, she'd be out of the house, settled somewhere that she didn't need them like she needed them now.

at kennedy's question, however, the bitterness seeped out of dee's tone and she gave a little laugh as she hobbled to the car, leaning against it when she reached the passenger door. "clearly inebriated," the older sister drawled, "i fell on a broken bottle walking home. it was super clever of me. in all honesty, i think maybe i tried to do some leap - or something - or maybe i just fell. i don't remember. either way, one of my friends brought me here because he was walking with me and i told him to go away."

she shrugged her shoulders, slipping into the car and wincing a little. she would definitely feel this - all of it - in the morning. even drunk, she was conscious of this fact. which begged the question; why, in fact, did she insist on getting drunk anyway, even when she knew she was going to hate herself in the morning? likely because i'm dumb, dee thought dryly, inspecting the stitches on her knee that were a testament to her drunken stupidity. yeah, i think that's pretty accurate.

"so, what were you doing before i spiced up your life?" dee asked, looking at her sister with hints of a crooked smile coming to her lips. "certainly not anything interesting, i'm sure."

outfit: here
notes: so trying to do a balançoire while you're drunk is not a good idea?? dually noted
tagged: kennedy !

[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

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Deep down, Kennedy figured that Dee was grateful she had come to get her. The younger Beaufort had a feeling that her elder sister would not have liked a night over in the pristine white hallways with the orderly patrons. It would have been hard on her drunken eyes and for her unrestrained attitude. That is, if she didn't just outright pass out for the rest of the night. Pain medications have a tendency to do that to many people and she was pretty sure they were even more effective--and likely dangerous--when used on those with alcohol in their system.

And, of course, attire was not the first thing on the younger Beaufort's mind. She would not even tell the parents should Dee have insulted her choice. She honestly didn't care whether or not her sister approved of her sleep attire. That was what Kennedy should have been doing after all. Sleeping. But instead, she decided that coming and getting her sister was worth it. She figured that, should something actually happen to her, that Cassadee would feel the need to pay her back and come and get her. It was like a system of debt. Because that was how siblings worked.

Kennedy didn't really know about how dynamic the relationship between her mother and her sister. She believed that her sister enjoyed the galas, liked the attention, the popularity. Kennedy wasn't aware that Dee had not simply grown out of her ballet dancing. There was such a thick wall between the two of them, keeping them from really being how sisters should have been.

So she was surprised when Dee replied that she thought her mom had given up on her. The slight sound of fear was not something that Kennedy was used to. Despite how reckless, how crazy, how much trouble Dee dug herself into, she didn't think that their parents would just decide that she wasn't worth it. They loved their daughters. If anything, they probably thought that Dee was just going through a phase. That she would grow out of it. They might have even considered the fact that Kennedy would, eventually, go through the same actions. And while the youngest Beaufort had tested those waters, she wasn't going to go further than that. It wasn't worth it.

Kennedy walked around to the driver's seat as Dee explained that she had fell on a broke bottle. Yeah, it did seem like a pretty bad luck. But she didn't think it was stupid. At least, she didn't blame her sister for trying to walk home. It seemed a lot smarter than, say, driving home or hitching a ride with somebody that she hardly knew. However, trying to do a jump while she was drunk did not seem like a bright idea. "Well, I'm glad that it was just a bottle and not something that could have gone through your entire leg," Kennedy suggested, giving a shrug as she sat herself in the driver's seat and buckled herself in.

She gave a laugh as Dee asked what she was doing before she got the call. "I was sleeping. Like normal people do at three am," Kennedy commented. As if in response to the fact of the horrid hour, she gave a yawn as she pulled out of the parking lot. "So where do you want to go?" she queried, not knowing if Cassadee was up to going home right now. How exactly they were going to get her up the stairs without disturbing her parents and then hiding the stitches would definitely be an interesting turn of events for them.

[CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT]

i got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back got a pistol for a mouth my old mama gave me that making my own road out of gravel and some wine and if i have to fall then it won't be in your line i'm a bad woman to keep make me mad i'm not here to please paint me in a corner but my colour comes back once you go black you never go back -------

i'm a black sheep

cassadee was beginning to blur the line of her rule-breaking now - was she doing all of these reckless things because she really wanted to spite her parents that much? because she wanted to make sure that kennedy didn't model herself out of her? certainly she must have scared kenny away from drinking irresponsibly, at least a little bit - it wasn't as if dee claimed to be the most graceful, beautiful drunk on the face of the planet, and the stitches digging into her knee were a drastic but needed testament to that statement. at first, she hadn't cared whether or not she was a good role model for kennedy - it had all been in an effort to give her parents a veritable heart attack - but now, she wasn't so sure that was the reason anymore.

she wondered if kennedy knew that cassadee wanted to be a ballerina; she wondered if her baby sister knew that dee had never grown out of that little-girl dream, or that cassadee was getting really tired of being a wild child. she wondered if she really knew anything about kennedy - and when she couldn't list of her little sister's favorite color or least favorite snack in her head, a nasty pit of sick settled in her stomach. what kind of sister was she?

introspection usually proved fruitless and upsetting for dee, so instead of continuing to look at the person she was turning into, she pressed her lips into a thin line and focused her mine elsewhere. she must think i'm pathetic, she thought absently, the words so casual because she'd thought them before - because this wasn't the first time she was sure that kennedy looked down on her - and she sighed a little at that.

"yeah, i'm glad too," she replied after a minute, giving her sister a half smile before glancing out the window. "can you imagine if something had actually gone through my leg or something? i'd be ruined. no more dance. not to mention, mom would probably put me on lock down - or in a bubble, depending on how much she'd hate me." the image of her mother finding out she was severely injured - an image that cassadee didn't entertain often - was amusing in a very dry, very bitter sense and also entirely frightening.

"i figured you were doing something boring," the elder sister sighed, leaning her forehead against the window. her head was already beginning to throb, and she could feel the pain beginning to push against her skull. lovely - this hangover was certain to be a doozy. "don't you have friends you hang out with on the weekends? like - you don't even have to go out and party or anything, but you stay at home all by yourself. doesn't it get lonely?"

there wasn't even anything particularly antagonistic in dee's tone. there was a sincere tone to her voice, despite the alcoholic slur between them, her eyes shut against the cool of the window. "that's why i go out all the time," dee continued. her voice was both light and sleepy - int eh morning, she probably wouldn't remember she'd said anything. "so that it doesn't feel so lonely, i mean."

outfit: here
notes: woop woop !!
tagged: kennedy !

[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

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For Kennedy, she had long ago accepted that she didn't know anything about anybody. At least, nothing really substantial. It wasn't that she was content with ignorance. Rather, the young Beaufort didn't see the need in prying information from people. If they felt the need to share with her things that were important to her, then her knowledge would grow. However, it seemed that most people didn't see this as a liable option. So, she kept mostly to herself. If a time where she needed to know something came, she would not hesitate to confront the person and figure out exactly what she needed.

This being said, there was a lot that Kennedy didn't know about her older sister. She knew that she went out to parties far more often than she should have, drank underage, and probably slept around. But those were simply observations. What truly went on in Dee's mind was a mystery that she wasn't quite sure she would ever solve. Alas, she did not see the elder Beaufort as pathetic. Reckless, a bit crazy, but not pathetic. She had her way of living, a way she enjoyed, and she took care of herself for the most part. Now, if she had been working a street corner for extra cash and blowing all her allowances on drugs... No, even then, Kenny didn't know if she could call her sister pathetic.

For all these reasons, she was surprised when her sister agreed to her comment about something going through her leg. Not because of the pain or how annoying it might be, but because of dancing. Cassadee was right in thinking that her sister didn't know about her admiration for dance. Kennedy had thought Dee had dropped the ballerina act once mom stopped forcing her to lessons. Apparently not. "I didn't know you still danced," she admitted, glancing side-long at her sister. "I mean, you're still built for it, but I thought it was something that mom forced you to do." For a brief second, she wondered what else her sister did that she was under the wrong impression about. Probably a lot.

All the same, she was expecting her sister to make some sort of comment that she wasn't out and about. Kennedy wasn't out and about not because she didn't have friends, though that was a small factor considering the number of people that she actually acquainted with, but because most of those friends didn't party. Most people didn't even stay at somebody's house past eleven if they weren't planning on staying the night over there. It wasn't that the younger Beaufort did not enjoy hanging out with other people, yet she honestly would prefer to be alone. She preferred relying on herself to be happy, not the hoping that other people who would do it for her.

She was expecting her sister to leave it at that. A bizarre mix between an insult and genuine concern. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking. But instead, she continued to explain why she asked. Kenny honestly had no idea how her sister could ever feel lonely, even when she wasn't at parties. She always seemed to be in contact with somebody, talking with a friend, shopping for something. The prospect that her sister could ever be lonely seemed almost impossible. "I think that's why most people sleep at night. So they don't have to be lonely when nobody else is around," Kennedy mused.

She fell silent then, not quite knowing how to comfort her sister as she pulled around the corner through the heart of town. "Hey, we should buy you some pants so mom doesn't see if she wakes up," Kenny suggested, already steering the car towards one of the twenty-four hour marts that likely had some sweatpants or a long-skirt for sale. The last thing that they needed was all that "secrecy" to be ruined by their mom walking downstairs and seeing the stitches.