Romilda Vane (vaneity) wrote in allyouneed, @ 2008-11-23 15:06:00 |
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Romilda found it impossible to restrain herself from personally visiting Conlyn. Mostly because it was his fault she had been suspended without pay for a month. Stomping the familiar path to where she knew he was still residing, she could do nothing but seethe. She hadn't lied, she had just glossed over a few details. Everyone did it! She was only getting in trouble because he was so "distressed" over it! She didn't deserve this and she intended to express that very clearly. Finally, she found herself staring at his door blankly. Stomping up the stairs had been easy, and she could always just burst in like some sort of raging bitch. But she wanted to seem...well, something. So she raised a fist and knocked, her jaw clenched and her other hand firmly on her hip. Conlyn was pissed off. Really completely and horribly pissed off at all of this. And he knew who it was so it wasn't like it was a secret but she was being secretive and right now all he wanted to do was drink. Grabbing the whiskey, he poured himself a glass before he heard the door knock and he took a long mouthful, expecting his manager or something when he opened the door, not her. "What?" he demanded, keeping the door half closed, not wanting to deal right now. Snarling slightly, she held up the suspension notice. "I got suspended," she snapped, tapping her foot impatiently. He probably wouldn't understand the idea of needing a job or needing money, so she didn't honestly believe that he found this anymore interesting than "I danced naked on the top of the Leaky Cauldron", so she sighed heavily and tried to figure out how to elaborate. "Suspended without pay for a month." "Good," he replied not moving at all as he looked over at her with a frown that soon turned into a smirk as he watched her for a few moments before nodding his head. "You deserved it," he said easily before he shifted pulling away from the door slightly. "And if that is all, good bye," he said stepping away and moving to close the door. She grabbed the door rather suddenly. "You know that I'll make your life a living hell if I end up getting evicted," she told him, deadly serious. Romilda wasn't actually sure what she'd be able to do, but she was creative, it couldn't be that hard. "Then when I'm off suspension I can just come after you for things that are completely and entirely true." Perhaps she was exaggerating, or even downright lying, but the threat stood. She would try, at the very least. "I don't give a flying fuck if they're true or not Vane, you took something nice I was doing and twisted it around to suit your own sick fantasy," he said loudly, glaring at her as he did so. "One time I do something nice and you do this," he said glaring, shaking his head as he pushed on the door slightly, wanting to close it, but not wanting to hurt her at the same time. Biting her lip, she let go of the door and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry," she muttered, swallowing her pride for a moment. It all seemed terribly unfair. She was nearly broke and just barely holding a job and now she had to feel guilty for Warrington because in the end they were both doomed. "So there, you have an apology and I'm going to go pack some boxes or something." "Boxes?" he asked frowning a bit, ignoring the apology because he didn't want it accept it (mostly out of spite) and so he was just going to pretend that he didn't hear it. "Don't tell me you don't have enough saved that you can't make it through one month of rent?" he asked raising his chin slightly, not feeling bad about that at all. Nope. Not at all. "I don't get paid that much as is," she said bluntly, tilting her head slightly in curiosity. "I don't have enough saved for food and rent and I can't borrow from my parents." She looked at the floor, her cheeks reddening a little. She found the whole conversation utterly humiliating, she didn't really save money. She got paid by the article and set aside just enough for rent and then used the rest for other things, but she definitely didn't have enough saved now and the month was almost over. "I've also, uh, been late on my rent a couple times before." Conlyn looked at her unimpressed before he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He didn't want her to completely be out on her own, but at the same time he didn't quite know what to do. He felt a bit fufilled that everything was turning to shit for her, but then there was that nagging feeling that made him do nice things from time to time and he groaned. "I'll make this months rent for you if you don't write anything about me for a month when you get your job back," he said. She fell completely silent for a moment, considering the options. She could agree, take the rent with grace and valor she severely lacked...she could turn tail and run now and not accept the money or she could...Well actually those were pretty much the only options she had. "Fine. Thank you," she said with a solemn nod. "Just don't do anything too terribly interesting until I'm able to write about it," she added with the tiniest hint of a smirk. |