Tallulah Waters 🌙 Iko (minorglitch) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-11-26 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, * jeanne, * terri, c: tallulah waters |
WHO:‌ ‌Tallulah‌ ‌Waters‌ ‌& Archer Tindall (NPC)
WHEN:‌ Tuesday, November 26, 2019
WHERE:‌ ‌Stella's Food Truck
SUMMARY:‌ ‌Tallulah has a run in with a guy she ghosted ‌
WARNINGS:‌ Language, general asshat behavior ‌
BINGO:‌ Cold Snap
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It had not been her week. Tallulah was nursing a severe bruise from a rather unfortunate run in with Morrighan Kane and Halie Narravo, and it had left her - if possible - more shaken than she had already been. She was supposed to be able to trust her derby teammates. They were some of the few people that she did trust. Though Halie was new to boot camp, Mo had been with her on the team the whole time and they generally had a good relationship. Not now, though. Not since… Have a good afternoon, Miss Waters. You know what you did. You were playing a fucking game the whole time. If you cared about him at all, you'd have never gotten near him. There's something in you that's fucking broken. Stay away from Samuel, Waters. Go fuck yourself. What kind of person fucks with someone to the point that they drive a guy all the way across the country just to get away from them? Real fucking classy. A+. She picked up her lunch order from the food truck window and barely managed a smile, and a thank you to the woman in the window. With a heart-heavy sigh she turned around, ready to escape back to warmth and eat her weight in the comfort of fried food. -- Archer Tindall had plans. Those plans included finishing his business degree (six months left), law school, and then up the ranks in DC. It was a simple plan, perhaps, but one that had been set into motion before he'd even been born- with wealthy parents and a sophisticated social circle, there was really only so much deviation that could be tolerated. Of course, a wife would only aid in the plans, which meant he went on dates with semi-regularity. One of those, some seven months before, had been with a curly-haired girl who looked… suspiciously like the one standing in front of him in the line at the food truck. When she turned around, those suspicions were confirmed. Archer sneered, eyes narrowing as he looked down at Tallulah Waters. "I didn't think people like you were welcome at places like this." -- She thankfully managed to hang onto her box of food this time, instead of spilling it all over Archer Tindall’s undoubtedly expensive shoes. Her cheeks burned red the moment that she saw him. When they had met, he’d been kind and charming. They’d seemed to hit it off well enough. He was a few years older than her, but they’d flirted for a few weeks before they ever went on that date. He was handsome, he’d offered to pay for dinner, and he’d been the kind of sophisticated that drew Tallulah in. The aftermath of that date was, she knew, her own doing. She’d been told a time or two now that she didn’t deserve the treatment he’d seen fit to show her after she had left mid-date, escaping through that bathroom window. Still, she wasn’t entirely certain that was true. She had lied, and she had left. It had been...embarrassing to both of them. She blinked up at him, her height diminutive against most, but apparently especially in comparison to boys that she went on dates with, “People like me? Archer...I said I was sorry...” -- "People like you," he affirmed, simply. The reminder (or insistence) that she had apologized seemed to make no difference. "Selfish, callous little girls," the word spoken as an obvious diminutive. "The kind who lie to your face and embarrass you without remorse or recompense." -- That redness in her cheeks deepened, burning from embarrassment, “I didn’t...I didn’t lie to you for fun,” though what she had lied about was an uncomfortable topic altogether, and she still didn’t know how she felt about how she had reacted to his questions, “How did you want me to make amends if not with an apology?” -- He gave a derisive snort of laughter, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sure you didn't. Though," Archer seemed thoughtful for a moment. "You could pay me back by…" He waved a hand. "Oh, I don't know, leaving town. Or, at the very least, having the decency to not being out where good and honest people like me are." -- Why anyone would lie about their deceased father being alive for fun, Tallulah didn’t know, but it certainly hadn’t turned out well for her. Thinking back on it, maybe he’d been trying to ask about her parents to see if they were well off enough for him to even bother with her. Talking to him now, she wasn’t certain what she had ever really seen in him. Obviously he wasn’t as nice as he’d initially led her to believe. The idea that her presence was so abhorrent to others that maybe she should leave town or just never show her face in public was not a new idea. It stung. It was the message she’d been getting loud and clear all week. For a moment, just a moment, that hurt turned to anger. “Good and honest people like you?” she said each word slowly, “If you think so little of me, at least let me give you something worth hating me for.” Then, she shoved her hands, box of piping hot macaroni and cheese and all, directly at his chest. The box split open, spilling and smearing macaroni, grease, and gooey cheese all over his chest. It burned her hands a little, but she didn’t even care as she shook the mess, slinging yet more of her lunch onto his slacks and shoes. Tallulah barely heard whatever undoubtedly derogatory things he was sputtering and screaming at her as she turned away from him almost in a haze. It should have felt like a victory, but instead, her heart just ached all the more. Just walk away, Tallulah. It’s what you’re good at. -- |