Savannah Posey (jurisdoctor) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-08-01 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | # past / backstory, nathan posey, savannah posey |
Who: Savannah and Nathaniel Posey
Where: Houston, TX
What: a look into the Posey sib dynamic from when they were young, aka Savannah blackmailing her way into High School parties
When: Nathan's senior year of High School
Nathaniel Posey was a lot of things, but the kind of guy that missed a good party wasn’t one of them. Not especially when it was going to be a good chunk of the upper class blowing off steam because the end of the school year -and the end of his high school experience- was in sight. Drew Thompson was having a big thing out on his family's ranch, supposedly while his parents were away. Nathan and Drew weren’t tight, but they had a handful of friends that intersected, so as soon as it had made it’s way through the high school grapevine Nathan had known what he was going to do with his Saturday night. “Nah man, I’ll be there in fifteen,” Nathan said, cell phone jammed between his shoulder and his ear as he dug around in his closet for his favorite shirt. “We’re not taking yours, it almost stranded us on the side of the road last weekend. Ain’t no way we’re repeatin’ that.” One shirt, then another joined the ever amassing stack on the bed until it looked like he’d cleared every hanger. “Yeah right,” he exclaimed after a stretch of silence, loud enough that it carried out his open door and down the hall. His parents knew he was heading out for the night so it wasn’t like he had to be quiet about his plans. “Brian, you ain’t ever done so much as pop the hood of that thing, man. We’re takin’ the truck. I’ll see you.” Nathan hung up his phone and tossed it in the general direction of his bed while he devoted his full attention to the clothing search. Savannah must’ve had some kind of spidey senses to know whenever her brother was planning on leaving the house because he was barely hanging up the phone when her head peeked into his bedroom. “Where are you goin’? I wanna come,” she said, already whining before launching into a ramble. “It’s so boring at home and Mel and Natalie are away for some Girl Scout thing and it’s not fair that mom and dad always let you go out but it would be playin’ favorites if they let you go and not me, especially if we were goin’ to the same place.” “You can’t. I ain’t gonna baby-sit you,” Nathan responded without looking at his sister as he pulled the shirt he’d been looking for off its hanger. “It’ll be a bunch of juniors and seniors, and mom and dad ain’t gonna let you party all the way out at the Thompson place anyway.” He finished with the last of the buttons on his shirt, then rolled the sleeves up towards his elbows. “Don’t you have more friends than Mel and Natalie?” Nathan could’ve gone the route of less resistance and caved, but he’d really meant it when he said he didn’t want to baby-sit. “Nathan,” Savannah whined, making his name three (but pushing on four) syllables long. “You wouldn’t have to baby-sit me. I’m not a baby. And of course I have more friends than Mel and Nat but--Y’know don’t the Thompson’s have a daughter? She’s a year older than me, right?” Not even a few minutes into the argument and Savannah had already found an angle to work. He wished just for once he’d inherited half of the smarts she had. Crossing her arms, she fixed her big eyes up at her brother. “ I bet she’s allowed to be there. So why can’t I? And if you told mom and dad that I could hang out with her they’d probably let me go. Please? Don’t leave me at home with mom and dad. They’ll make me play that weird agriculture game with them. Please?” “Why d’you wanna go so bad?” Nathan crossed his own arms, mirroring his sister. “There some guy that’s gonna be there that you wanna see? ‘Cause if I say I’m takin’ you, and it’s cool ‘cause Janelle will be there, it’s on my head if somethin’ happens.” That sounded mature, he thought. He wanted to see what kind of angle she could work out of that one. “Can’t I just want to go somewhere and have fun on a Saturday night? And besides, what would even happen? I’m not dumb enough to drink. Mom and dad would ground me for life if I came home wasted. And speakin’ of, how are you plannin’ on getting home tonight? Or did mom and dad say you could spend the night? Which would just be another example of them lettin’ you go out while I have to stay at home.” It was a miracle Savannah could even say so much with so few breaths. “So? Are you gonna let me come with you?” Nathan suppressed more than one eye roll during her tirade. “I have a DD,” he defended, kicking himself almost immediately after the words left his mouth. The whole point had been not to give Savannah more ammunition to work with. “And four years on you, kid.” You’d think he would have developed better counter attacks in a lifetime of fights with his sister, but oh, that wasn’t the case. “I’m not a kid,” she scowled, though not too deeply because it was too easy to get Nathan to admit incriminating evidence to her. If she wanted, she could totally get him in trouble because he’d admitted he was going to drink. But that would only prevent her from having a night out a well. “Ask ‘em if you can go, if they say yes I can’t stop you. But I don’t have to be your ride either.” He folded his arms and squared his shoulders. A smart brother would’ve ushered her out of the room instead of continuing to let her eat up his time. “It's a free country.” “Fine, I will,” she said, turning on the spot and marching out of Nathan’s room. Her parents already had a board game out when she arrived in the living room and assumed she was there to join them. It took a little explaining and pleading but eventually her father stood and followed Savannah back to Nathan’s room. “Here. Nathan, tell dad that that you said it’s okay if I go with you and that I’ll be able to hang out with Janelle,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and giving him an expectant look. If their dad hadn’t been standing right in the doorway, Nathan would have shot Savannah the dirtiest look he could have mustered. He hadn’t actually thought she’d take it that far, and that was on him. “Yeah, sure. I said it was cool if y’all okayed it,” he answered, because what else was he going to do? If he argued in front of dad he’d just get himself banned from going out. “Did she ask y’all to move her curfew back? That was part of the deal too.” He lied, glancing at Savannah, grasping at straws, and already figured she’d made sure there wasn’t anything he could use to wiggle out of letting her come, but on the off chance she hadn’t he had to put it out there. Luckily their dad was standing next to Savannah and couldn’t see the daggers she was shooting at Nathan. But after a moment, Eddie Posey put his arm around his daughter’s shoulder and pulled her into a half hug. “She’ll be with you, Nathan. So that should be fine. Just take care of my little girl, okay?” Resisting the urge to give Nathan a smug look, instead she gave their dad a beaming smile. “Thanks, daddy.” For one very short span of time Nathan debated admitting that he wasn't a responsible chaperone, but he knew before the words passed his lips that it wasn’t a strong tactic. It was pretty stupid actually, so instead he sighed and grabbed for his phone from where he’d thrown it. “You have two minutes to get ready,” he told his sister, and waited until their dad had gone back to the living room before he added a scowl for good measure. “If your ass isn’t in the truck by then i’m leavin’ without you.” Savannah didn’t even give a verbal reply and instead tore off towards her room, hell bent on getting ready in time. Managing to pull on a pair of jeans and a striped thermal as well as grab a tube of lipgloss, she ran to the front door and pulled her boots on before rushing out to Nathan’s truck. “I’m ready! Don’t leave yet!” Leaning over, Nathan popped the passenger side door open on the truck as Savannah neared. As tempted as he’d been to leave without her even though he’d given her the time to get ready, he hadn’t been capable of following through. “You’re gonna have to sit center, Shrimp,” he told her as she climbed in and he put the truck into reverse. “Unless you want to ride in the bed.” He knew that Brian was already going to give him shit for letting his kid sister come, and probably start up their earlier argument anew. Savannah knew their parents would flip out if Nathan made her ride in the bed of the truck, so she just shook her head and scooted in, buckling herself in the middle seat. “No way. It would make my hair all crazy,” she scowled, her nose scrunching at the idea. It wasn’t like she’d even had time to do anything with it, but windswept was not the look she was going for. “Reckon it might be an improvement,” Nathan deadpanned and reached to ruffle the top of Savannah’s blonde head, like it might just remind her she was a kid and he was an adult. Or close enough to one. “Who are we goin’ to get right now?” Some of Nathan’s friends were definitely cute. She’d be lying if she said that wasn’t one of the motivating factors in wanting to go to this party. Nathan maneuvered his truck out of the drive, and ignored Savannah’s question for a few minutes. He had no proof, but he’d bet money that his sister, or his sisters friends gossiped about his. That's what teenage girls did, right? “Brian,” he answered eventually, with a tone that wasn’t quite put upon but real damn close. “And he’s gonna be pissed as hell that I’m rollin’ up late ‘cause of you.” “Nuh uh,” Savannah said, grinning a devious smile as formulated a way to annoy her big brother further, “He thinks I’m adorable. Maybe he’ll dance with me tonight.” Truth be told, Savannah was pretty sure that most of Nathan’s friends found it annoying that his little sister liked to tag along all the time, but eventually she’d grow on them, right? That’s what people always said... Nathan scoffed and raised his eyebrows, but kept his eyes on the road. “So it's Brian you like, huh? Better try to get that dance before he gets a few beers in him, darlin’. He’ll be all hands after that, get to second ‘fore the song is over,” he warned, a (not so) carefully thought out scare tactic to keep Savannah away from trouble. “Seniors look at you and see naive freshman. Fresh meat. You wanna end up a party statistic? Stick with Janelle, stay outta trouble.” “You sound mighty nonchalant about your friend feelin’ up your baby sister,” Savannah said, eyeing her brother as she spoke. “And ‘sides, you ever think that maybe y’all should learn to control yourselves? Just ‘cause you’re drunk doesn’t mean you have the right to do whatever you want. No wonder none of y’all can never get a girlfriend. Because you don’t have any respect for women. Me bein’ at this party doesn’t mean I’m askin’ for it. And for the record, I don’t even like him. I especially wouldn’t if he’d just treat me like a piece of meat. I’m a person, Nathan.” Some might say that Savannah was too outspoken for her own good, but she’d always been the kind of person to speak her mind, no matter the issue. Telling off her brother about his friends and their disgusting attitudes about women was no exception to that. So much for that plan. Not for the first time Nathan underestimated the intelligence of his baby sister. She wasn’t wrong, maybe when it came to him. He was raised better than that, but even he’d admit to having friends who had no respect. However that reflected back on him. “I respect women just fine,” he threw back at her, jaw set, eyes narrowed. Angry at the insinuation she made, even if he had no right to be. He’d started it. “Most of ‘em are smarter than me, and I know it.” The light in front of him was red, and Nathan took the opportunity to look directly at Savannah. She had more sense than most everyone else he knew. “I know you ain’t askin’ for it, god damn, Sav. What kind of loser you really think I am?” The lights turned and he had to look at the road again. “I was tryin’ to warn y’all from trouble is all. Never said I was any good at it. Do whatever the fuck you want, s’clear y’all don't need me warnin’ you off. You’ve got everything worked out.” He was only partly successful at holding back the sarcasm at the end. Savannah couldn’t even drive, but she acted like she was so superior sometimes. Savannah gave a grunt to acknowledge him, but the rest of the ride, even after picking up Brian, remained frosty. Once they were at the party she left the boys, even if she wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do at this upperclassman party. She’d spent the first few minutes being upset about her conversation with Nathan but once she found Janelle and got to people watching, she forgot about it and started to have fun. A few hours into the party and it seemed like most of the people were drunk. Knowing that her parents would ground her until the end of time if she came home smelling like liquor, Savannah remained stone sober. Unfortunately the same could not be said for her brother. There was some kind of ruckus going on at the front door. Observing the situation with Janelle, she unhooked her arm from the other girl’s and walked over to her brother. “Did y’all seriously order a pizza?” She asked, giggling at the ridiculousness of it “‘Course,” Nathan replied, louder than necessary, stupid grin on his face while he dug around in his pockets for his wallet when Jace -who had answered the door- looked backwards at him, panicked and gesturing the universal sign for money. It all would have gone much more smoothly if he’d been sober. He found his wallet, but dropped it, then struggled to find his cash, and eventually just handed over what he figured was enough to cover the pizza and a tip. The delivery guy left without an argument, so he’d probably been right. “You want a slice?” he asked Savannah once he was finished, boxes in hand. His earlier irritation with her presence forgotten in his beer addled brain. “Duh,” she replied, as only a teenage girl could. Her annoyance was put on pause for the time being, as well, plus… what kind of person would she be if she turned down pizza? “What kind did you get?” She asked, hardly waiting for the boxes to be set down on the kitchen island before reaching over and opening a box. Except she couldn’t see the toppings because her drunk idiot brother was somehow carrying the pizza upside down and all she could see was the bottom crust. Nathan stood there a full minute, confusion threaded through his furrowed brow. There was supposed to be pepperoni and peppers, and sauce and cheese on the pizza, what was the deal? It was only crust. Was it Brian's idea of a joke? He shook himself out of the confused paralysis, as outrage started to seep into his fuzzy brain. “What the hell? There’s nothin’ here. I didn’t pay for justbread. Who the hell got the order wrong?” he started, slurred and more agitated with each syllable. Uncharacteristic of the stupid, happy drunk he usually was. “Someone catch the delivery guy! I’m not payin’ for these, I want my money back.” He tried to usher Brian from the room, who was more blitzed than him, if that was possible. “I’m serious y’all. Someone call ‘em, I wanna complain. This is bullshit.” A few party goers from the other room congregated in the entrance, pulled into the pizza drama by Nathan’s loud ranting. “Sav, gimme your phone, I need to call ‘em!” He held his hand out expectantly, his face drawn into an expression that was just short of a stormcloud. All Savannah could do was laugh at her big brother and how stupid he was being. The angrier Nathan got, the funnier it seemed to her. Only her brother could be so clueless and indignant about pizza. Swatting his hand away, still laughing, she gasped for breath as she said, “Turn the box over, dummy. No one forgot nothin’. You’re just drunk.” Nathan scowled down at Savannah, spent some time standing there frustrated and unwilling to do what she suggested because she’d called him names. Fucked up pizza was serious business, and she was just laughing about it and being unhelpful. “C’mon, man,” an onlooker urged, and that (and only that) broke him from his one-sided stare down. He turned back to the pizza box, fumbled with closing up the cardboard again and turned the box over with some effort. It took two tries to get them set back on the counter so they wouldn’t topple to the floor. “If you ain’t right, you’re lettin’ me use your phone, runt,” he directed at Savannah just before he fumbled the box back open. And goddammit, she was right. Nathan folded his arms and refused to look from the pizza box, where there was cheese and pizza toppings halfway stuck to the top, the plastic triangle in the center had only been able to do so much to rescue the pie from his stupidity. There were just as many toppings still stuck to the crust itself, though. Finally Nathan scanned the room and shrugged. “Y’all can forget about runnin’ the delivery guy down. My bad.” He gave a drunk, goofy smile before he pulled a piece from the box and fit half of it into his mouth. “Have at it,” he said through a mouthful of cheese and crust, and waved his free hand towards the boxes. “Dumbass,” Savannah said, laughing and shaking her head. With plenty of pizza to go around, the slight blip in the party’s fun was already gone, and they were back to their regularly scheduled festivities for the rest of the night. |