. (lostrequiem) wrote in solsticerp, @ 2009-11-05 14:58:00 |
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Current mood: | pissed off |
Tuesday: Neanderthal vs. Lying Bitch
Who: Cian and Jessica
Where: the Walgreens in Darkwater
When: mid-day
Warnings: language and innuendo!
Cian was doing something he very rarely did for any reason: he'd gone completely off the digital map. He hadn't even powered up his computer since he'd gotten home the night before, and while he'd grudgingly turned his phone on once he'd dragged himself out of bed at about ten this morning, he'd put it on silent. Liam had completely rocked his universe with the things he'd said about himself and Ava and Cian and Ava, and Cian didn't know how to deal with it. So essentially he wasn't. He'd decided to go back into Darkwater to hang with a few of the guys from the basketball team, and once he'd reached the ferry landing, he'd used the phone there to let them know he was on his way. They'd asked him to stop at the Walgreens and pick up some candy and sodas, because they'd probably smoke some pot once he got there. Hell, that was fine with him.
He'd driven his car today, because the dude he was visiting lived way up in the hills off of Cold Harbor Road, and he pulled into a parking space in front of the drugstore, plodding through the rain to get inside without rushing. The fucking rain suited his mood today, and he didn't care if he got wet. With a deep sigh, he grabbed one of the little plastic shopping baskets and headed into the store, ignoring the pleasant greeting of the clerk at the register. He moved down the candy aisle, snagging bags of shit without even really looking at what they were. The guys could take what they got and be happy to get it, in his opinion. He turned out of that aisle and started down the middle of the store toward where he knew the sodas to be, broad-shouldered in his crimson hoodie and faded jeans with a perma-scowl on his face, only to be halted when he caught sight of someone familiar in one of the health and beauty aisles.
Well, well. Jessica Delaney. Ordinarily he would have walked on by and ignored her, but today he felt like sharing the misery, so he made the turn and began walking quietly toward the girl.
Jessica had a closed, dripping Hello Kitty umbrella in one hand and a box of tampons in the other. She glared at the selection of feminine products, then the box in her hand. They'd changed the damn packaging again and she couldn't tell if she'd grabbed the right kind of tampons. Despite having used an umbrella, her pink hoodie was damp at the back and she was covered in water marks from the knees of her tight red jeans down to her glistening black rain boots. And goddamit she was pissed off and hormonal! How hard was it for her mom to get tampons at the grocery store so she could avoid being forced out in the rain like this? Ugh, she hated the rain! And she hated galoshes, of all fucking things for her to have to wear.
"The fuck!" she grumbled through clenched teeth as she put the box back on the shelf and grabbed its neighbor. She turned the side of the box to read it, hoping it would give her more insight into the damn product than the lame front of the box.
Cian smirked as he contemplated his ex-girlfriend who, damn her, still looked hot after she'd been rained on. 'Course, he hadn't broken up with her because she wasn't attractive. Anyway. He turned his shuffling and somewhat discouraged walk into a swagger; he'd never want her to know that he was anything less than thrilled with life at the current moment. As luck would have it, family planning was right next to feminine hygiene, and Cian stopped right next to her, reaching over to pluck two boxes of rubbers off the shelf and dump them into his basket before glancing over with raised eyebrows, as if he hadn't known she was there. "Problems?" he asked archly in reference to the mumbled words he'd overheard as he'd first stepped up behind her.
Jessica's head whipped up from the purple and pink box at the sound of that voice. Like she could forget it. It used to make her smile and now all it did was make her want to set things on fire. Glare firmly in place, she faked a gasp. "Oh my God. They're letting neanderthals into the Walgreens now? What's the world coming to?" she said, paused, then let out a fake laugh and shook her umbrella in his direction. "Don't worry, I don't expect your little brain to come up with an answer."
Like he gave a shit about the drops from her stupid, cartoon cat umbrella. Why the fuck didn't she just carry around fricking Dora the Explorer? He was already drenched anyway, so he just laughed at her. "Mm-hmm, they're letting lying bitches in, too. My concept of reality is totally shattered." Anyone watching him would have thought that he was the happiest guy in all of Eldritch and Darkwater combined, but then Cian had always been good at hiding his true feelings from most people. He stared deliberately at the box she was holding, then turned his eyes back up to her face. "Too bad they don't have anything that'd stop your mouth up," he observed.
"You used to," Jessica shot back with a bitter sneer and a subsequent roll of her eyes. She glanced in his basket, since he'd moved on to mocking her purchase. Turnabout was always fair play. "And look, like a good little boy you're still preventing little Cians from happening while you pleasure the masses." She wanted to use air quotes for pleasure dammit, but her hands were full. "Or are you just double or triple bagging it so sweet little Ava can actually feel something?"
"That was the only thing that ever shut you up," Cian remarked. Oh, yeah, this was just what he'd wanted. Nothing like a dose of snarky hate when you were feeling like shit, and Jessica was the perfect sparring partner. He didn't care if he hurt her feelings... not that she'd admit it if he did. She was a lot like him in that way. "I'm responsible," he corrected her, reaching for an enormous tube of Astroglide next. He'd probably end up dumping everything but the candy someplace before he checked out, but he was having a great time with it now, hopefully making Jess think that he was having all kinds of sex. Fortunately he was able to suppress his reaction at her mention of Ava-- today was so not the day for that-- and just grin at her. "You never used to complain about my dick," he pointed out, hoping that he wouldn't provoke a coronary in some old lady in the next aisle. He didn't really have any size insecurities. He didn't have Dickzilla or anything, but he thought he was pretty well set.
"Oh God, I get it now," Jessica said, her eyes going wide at the giant thing of lube. She tucked the tampon box under her arm and laughed. "You're finally going to let your teammates gangbang you. How forward thinking of you, Cian! Nothing like a good train to make a guy really feel like a man, am I right?" And really, there was nothing like the internet and curiosity to rot a teen's brain. It was amazing what kind of kinky shit was out there when all she'd been looking for was info on the kama sutra.
"Well, I wouldn't know," Cian said with a shrug, "'cause I never went there." Lame, trying to get a rise out of him by playing the closeted sports team card. "I just thought I'd better be prepared when I go over to bang your sister. She's so far up your ass all the time, she probably doesn't get much, so I might need it." Was it low of him to bring Jordan into this little fight? Maybe, but he didn't especially care. Jordan Delaney probably had a voodoo doll of him stuck away somewhere; he knew she hated him for dumping her precious sister.
All humor left Jessica's body as she tensed up, her free hand balled into a fist at her side. Her nails dug into her hand and it took every ounce of self control for her to not set Cian's head on fire right then and there. If Cian's hot button was Ava, Jessica's was certainly Jordan. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. It did take a big idiot to actually push that button, though. "Talk about my sister like that again and I'll make you regret it," Jessica said, her voice low and as icy cold as the glare she'd pinned on Cian.
Cian licked his lips deliberately, his expression salacious, his eyes heavy-lidded. It was a look Jessica would have seen before minus the implicit malice in it this time. He almost wished she would hit him. It wasn't that he'd hit her back. He might not be the most gentlemanly guy who'd ever lived, but he didn't go around bitch-slapping girls even if they might deserve it. This was just fun, and it wasn't as if she could hurt him with her puny little fists. "Threaten me some more," he suggested, looming over her. "It makes me so horny."
"Ugh. As if!" Jessica's expression turned into a disgusted sneer. At one time, that kind of look and talk would've excited her. Even with the anger mixed in. But not anymore. Not from Cian. "I'm so telling your little girlfriend that you were trying to get in my pants again," she added as she turned and walked down the aisle towards the front of the store. The box was shifted to her other hand, held with the umbrella, and instead of a little wave she raised her hand up and flipped him off over her shoulder.
"Go on," Cian yelled after her, his voice really too loud for indoors. Jessica just did that to him. "She wouldn't believe you if you said the fuckin' sky was blue!" He was disgusted by the notion that she thought he'd fuck her again. He'd fuck a knothole in a tree before he'd do anything with her. Ever. And Ava knew how much he hated the girl; she'd know Jess was lying. Why are you so concerned what Ava'd think, anyway? his brain tried to ask him, but he shut it off. Cian stomped down the aisle, discreetly dumped the condoms and lube on an endcap and headed for the sodas. Hopefully by the time he got them, Jessica would be gone.
Jessica's nostrils flared as she headed up to one of the registers up front. If she'd totally just blown her plan at retaliation because of her temper she'd scream. She would literally scream, right in Cian's fat face. A few deep breaths helped her to calm down. It wasn't her fault Cian was a complete dick and brought out the worst in her, she thought as she browsed the candy selection up front. But they didn't have what she wanted there, so she made her way over to the candy aisle. Dammit she needed some fucking chocolate, and stat! In an effort to be more inconspicuous she pulled her hood up as she ducked down the candy aisle. It was easy to see Cian's head over the shorter shelves and she did not want to have to deal with him twice in a row. Not after what he'd said about Jordan and not if she'd end up ruining her damn plan before it even began.
Damn, that girl was a bitch, Cian thought as he stood perusing the twelve-pack rectangular boxes of sodas. She had a way of getting him riled up like nobody else, even with the temper he had on him. He casually turned his head to glance toward the registers and saw that she wasn't there. Shit, did she go back for something? How fucking annoying. Now he'd have to wait to go up front until he saw her leave. This fact made him agitated and added to his bad mood, because the guys were waiting on him, and after last night and this little encounter, he desperately needed to get stoned.
Jessica became lost in thought while she tried to figure out which chocolate bar she wanted more. The giant Symphony bar or the giant Carmello? Or one of those fancy however-many-percent real cocao bars? After a few minutes of weighing her options she grabbed a Carmello and a Symphony bar. She'd split them with Jordan. For the second time she headed up to the cash registers at the front of the store and was relieved there was no line. The faster she could get out of there and get home, the happier she'd be.