Re: [UFO Tourism: Connie & Dahlia]
Well. That was real unexpected. Connie pouted and pushed away from her and walked off, leaving Dahlia in the literal dust as she stared. "What the--dude, he ain't a child!" she shouted after her best friend, exasperated. Kicked up her heels and kept pace with her Connie. "You can't just make all his fuckin' choices for him no more," she added, with a sharp gesture of her hand.
But then her best friend started lobbing demands, and Dahlia's brow knotted. "Wh--" she stammered in disbelief, "uuh, no? What the fuck, man. I'm tryin' to fix this." Look, she got it. She knew her best friend was truly mad, worked up about whatever the fuck went on between her and her bro, but point still was Connie was still real wrong. "Don't fuckin' order me 'round, Connie. I give a shit 'bout you both. It ain't un-fuckin'-reasonable for me to get involved. M'gonna fuckin' middleman this shit 'til the end of time, if I gotta. So stay shitty at me 'bout it, or whatever."
Instinct suggested that her best friend might bolt or some shit, so Dahlia reached out and grabbed for a wrist. Imploringly. "Seriously, man, I can't fuckin' read your mind. What the fuck is this really 'bout?" Voice in her usual growl. Responding with anger was easy. For Dahlia, anger was way easier than fucking words or whatever. But for once, her stare was anything but, hurt and worried as it focused on Connie. "All Pat said is he ain't got no idea what's goin' on with you, and you don't tell him nothin'. Not just--the time powers or the weird shit with your dad or whatever, but like--the normal shit, too. Like that Frank guy. Pat had to ask me 'cause you shut down on him and left him fuckin' clueless. And just--I ain't got no fuckin' clue what tell him, 'cause half the time you don't tell me shit." Well, fuck. Now that was out there. Hesitating some, her gaze dropped to the sand. "I just--I get why he's fuckin' frustrated, dude," Dahlia added, softer.