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Tess of the Endless ([info]oneofmynames) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-27 19:16:00

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Current mood: drunk
Entry tags:dexter morgan, tessa

Who: Tessa & Dexter
What: Friends don't let friends drive drunk?
When: Sunday night, some time after this embarrassing scene.
Where: A bar, but not the Roadhouse.
Warnings: language? will edit as needed.


Tessa felt like ten miles of bad road through purgatory. She'd felt that way since waking up human, and promptly pulling a couple of twelve-hour overnight shifts at the hospital. Do her part, Death had said, and daddy's little girl was doing her damnedest. But she hadn't realized getting dumped would be part of it. Now she felt like roadkill on that ten mile stretch through purgatory, and she didn't know why. It wasn't like she had any right to be jealous, or pissed. Did she? At least Dean had bothered to tell her he was getting back together with Cas for good this time, though she didn't believe Cas was any more stable than she was. Not when he threatened to end anyone who so much as raised their voice around either one of his charges. For having gotten back a double portion of his original "grace," the on-again-off-again angel didn't have a whole lot of mercy.

Then again, neither did Tessa. Could she really blame him? Maybe not, but she could wallow. And they could disapprove of her making a spectacle of herself if they wanted. After all, it was the favorite coping mechanism of almost every human she might have considered a friend. "Who needs 'em," she muttered, sinking deeper into the corner booth, willing herself to stay angry just to keep from crying in her drink. They could go screw themselves. And each other. She didn't care. But the bad country music wasn't helping.

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[info]oneofmynames
2011-03-29 04:05 pm UTC (link)
She sighed, setting her glass down on the table almost reluctantly. For someone who didn't think that he was human, Dexter certainly had a way with people. She almost resented him for that, but she knew she was just having an off day.

Make that an off week.

Where to even begin? She'd spent all night so far ranting and railing in her head, but when it came right down to it, what could she really say? "Isn't getting laid off a good enough reason?"

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[info]mydarkpassenger
2011-04-01 12:08 am UTC (link)
"I suppose so," Dexter agreed, cautiously. Because he doubted that was all this was. Dexter was a creature of logic before anything else, especially compared to these silly people crawling over the city, who seemed to make their decisions based mainly on excessive amounts of hormones. Logic told Dexter that Tessa shouldn't be upset over her loss of powers, because she'd been here longer than him and she knew these things never lasted for more than a few weeks. And in other experiments she'd been able to cope, apparently going for the 'grin and bear it' technique Dexter himself prized so highly. So there must be something else.

Then again, it could just be that. Perhaps it was. How would he know? Dexter had never been very good at judging what should and shouldn't upset people. Empathy was not a strong point of his. So he arranged his features in what he hoped was a sympathetic expression (although it felt a bit like he was forcing his facial muscles into spasm) and shrugged.

"It shouldn't last much longer."

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[info]oneofmynames
2011-04-01 03:15 am UTC (link)
Tessa sighed, picking up her glass and taking another long drink before she looked up at Dexter. It was hard to stay angry and sillen when he was making such ridiculous expressions. "I make your face look like that and concerned words come out, huh?"

She leaned her elbows on the table, raking her hands through her hair. "It's not that. I know I'll get my job back soon. The boss even gave me a heads up that things were going to be a bit out of whack for a while. But when it rains it pours, you know? It's not bad enough that Dean takes over as Death for a day, but then my job gets handed to a rookie, and on top of that I get dumped."

She put her chin in her hands and looked up at him, her forehead creasing between her eyebrows. "That's never happened to me before."

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