Cass Ford (pickahand) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-05-31 13:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | arkin ford |
Who: Arkin and Cass (aka - Daddy and his princess)!
When: Technically June 1, Sunday morning, around 2:30am.
Where: Arkin's apartment.
What: Cass decides not to wait for her dad to get in touch with her anymore, so she goes to see him for the first time in nine years while drunk in the middle of the night. Good call, Cass.
Rating: Adult-ish: Language, mature content, nothing too heavy.
Status: In progress!
It had been a good night for Cass, or at least a good set at Gut Busters. A standing O and some hoots and hollers had Cass really enjoying her buzz for a while, but then she had a few more drinks than usual and went home with a guy a few years older than her. Okay, more than a few. Okay, old enough that when she came out of the bathroom at his apartment to see him in the kitchen making them a coffee, her head skipped back in time. It wasn't this guy--Jake--turning to her and asking in a bad accent if she wanted it Irish. She momentarily saw her father, even though he didn't speak quite that way, and he certainly never looked at her that way. Something about the moment was just close enough to a real memory (one from when she was nine and he was making them breakfast on a Sunday morning: pancakes shaped like hearts, raspberries and whipped cream on top, chocolate milk for her, coffee for Daddy and Eli, dining in the middle of the most epic pillow fort they'd ever made together) that the sharp, sudden weight of it all hitting her made it obvious to Cass just where her mind was. Especially considering the memory hit her so hard it almost knocked the wind out of her. She missed him, and yet she still didn't understand why he'd done what he'd done, still didn't understand why he had never written her back or let her visit, couldn't understand why he was free and yet hadn't been in touch with her yet. It all caused an awful jumble of emotions inside of her, and she just couldn't ignore it anymore.
"Yeah. There's something I have to do, so I'm going to go," Cass said, grabbing her purse and jacket from the chair she'd dumped them on when they'd arrived at his place only a few minutes before.
Jake was a nice enough guy, and he looked at her with an expression of genuine disappointment. "What? Now?"
Cass pulled the jacket on and took the bottle of Baileys he'd been pouring into their coffee cups right out of his hand. She took a big swig, then looked at the half-full bottle and reached for the lid. She was taking it with her.
"Yes now," she said, watching him as she screwed the lid onto the bottle. "Look, it's not personal. I bet you're a good lay. But I've got other shit on my mind tonight, and I can't fuck you when all I can think about right now is my dad. So I'm taking the bottle for the road and going to deal with that."
He frowned at her. She was already drunk enough to be unsteady on her feet. She was even slurring a bit. She could tell he didn't want her to leave, and she figured that although much of that was that he wanted to screw her, a little part of it was also that he didn't approve of her going out on her own like this. She barely even heard his offer to come with her, to take her wherever she needed to go. Her nice ran out, and she simply told him she didn't need him and left on her own.
She was glad for the Baileys, because the trek took longer than expected and she wasn't too happy being left alone with her thoughts at the moment. Fuck this waiting, she was going to see her dad. She knew he was out because Elijah had told her, for one. He'd been released on April 26th. Thirty-five days ago, she knew because she'd been counting every day he didn't call. Well, it was after midnight now, so that made thirty-six. But she also knew because Felix had run into him, recognized him, and sent Cass a text that, though the girl had meant well, left a sour taste in Cassie's mouth. Why did Felix get to see him? Go for coffee with him? Talk to him like a normal human being? Felix didn't even know him, and he was Cassie's dad.
It had been burning at Cass for a while now, and about a week ago, she'd broken down and used Felix to get Arkin's address from Elijah. Cass had still been waiting, putting it off, hoping that Arkin would call her, would want to see her. But he didn't, so she wasn't waiting anymore.
The bottle of Baileys was empty, and Cass could barely get off the bus without falling over. She waited for the world to stop spinning, walked to Arkin's building, and stood in the parking lot. For a long moment, all she did was count windows. Then, with a little luck on her side, she lifted her arm and threw the bottle as hard as she could, grunting with the effort.
It smashed right next to a window, and two lights came on. Was one of them her dad? The noise also made some shady characters hanging out by the dumpsters at the edge of the parking lot take notice of her, but Cass ignored them.
"You can't just ignore me!" she shouted sloppily, voice thick with emotion and muddled by liquor. If one of the lights that had come on wasn't him, she'd just keep making noise until he noticed. "That's not how this fucking works, Dad."