emmeline vance. (emkins) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2017-02-15 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! post: log, hp: emmeline vance (emkins) |
WHO: Emmeline Vance & Ellis Shepherd.
WHERE: Downtown Bar & Grill.
WHEN: 1 February, 2017.
WHAT: Date night.
RATING: Mild.
STATUS: log; complete.
While truthfully, Ellis wasn't sure why Emmeline wanted to take her out, since she'd already offered to sleep with her (thinking of herself in terms of 'why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?'), but hell... she needed some kind of a distraction, and an evening with a sexy woman like Emme was definitely not something she'd ever turn down. So, she decided to get dressed up for a change (since lately, she'd either been in her work scrubs or just wearing whatever shorts and t-shirts she had lying around), putting on a gorgeous short red dress, and made her way to the Downtown Bar & Grill, getting them a table and having a seat, while she waited for her date to arrive. She took a moment to check her phone, seeing that the message she'd sent a few days prior still hadn't been answered yet. It made her somehow more determined to have some real fun here, and to not dwell on the way her heart had felt the last few weeks. Emmeline Vance saw people. She genuinely saw them. Not just their words and not just their actions. After everything that she'd been through, she had worked very hard to see people as a whole. It was one of the reasons that Ellis had caught her eye. The first evening they'd met, Ellis had been pouring her heart out through song, and it had spoken to the witch. After all, who better to know heartbreak and loss than her? It made her want to get to know the other woman better, to see what else lay beyond the blonde's outward personna. She was approaching the date with a certain amount of caution, however. Emme was an intelligent woman. An intelligent woman with an oftentimes sharp tongue. She hadn't exactly appreciated Ellis's insinuation that she would be using their date together as another opportunity to get blind drunk. But the stubborn part of her had insisted that she could be enough to keep her date's attention without alcohol. She'd gone with a classic little black dress and heels. She always appreciated how well dark clothing set off her eye colour. Her lips were painted red and small diamond earrings completed her look. She got more than a few turned heads as she walked into the bar. She paid them little attention, however, as she scanned the room for her date. Ellis was easy to spot in her red dress and Emme smiled as she moved over to join her. "You look beautiful," she smiled as she approached and bent down to kiss Ellis on the cheek. "Jesus..." Ellis said with a chuckle, when she got a good look at Emme. Holy shit, did she look gorgeous! "Ok, you might have to give me a second... little speechless here..." She even blushed (ever so slightly) at the kiss on the cheek. She obviously wasn't used to be treated in such a romantic manner. To be "courted" in any real way. She'd never meant to offend the other woman with her talk of drinking. Hell, if anything she was trying to warn her... she knew she was a mess, and she liked Emme enough to not want her coming into this thinking Ellis was anything more than what she felt like right now: a literal hot mess. She was a brilliant surgical intern, a talented singer, and dynamite in bed... but emotionally? She was so broken she felt that all the glue in the world couldn't put her together. "Don't mind me if I seem a little shocked here..." Ellis said, deciding to just admit what she'd been thinking. "When you turned down the chance to spend the night together, I figured you weren't interested." Emme smiled, pleased to have elicited such a response from the other woman. "I can clean up a bit every now and then. When I have good reason to." She winked at Ellis and moved to sit down with her at the table. Shockingly blue eyes stayed trained on Ellis as she listened. "It's quite the opposite, actually." Her accent lilted her words softly. I'm very interested in you, Ellis. So much so that I want the chance to genuinely get to know you before sleeping with you. " "...me." Ellis said, her voice dubious but not sarcastic at all. She was just used to being seen as the fun party girl, and not as someone that anyone would put any effort into actually wooing. "Not exactly sure why, but... not gonna sit here and push you away, either." "I think this is why I work so much." Ellis said with a sigh, realizing how terrible she sounded. "At the hospital? I'm an ace. Hell, when I'm singing, I feel like I can do anything. But in everyday life? I'm a goddamn wreck." "You," Emme confirmed and reached for the glass of water that had been dropped at the table by their waitress. She tilted her head to the side and studied the blonde for a long moment. " Why do you think you're a train wreck?" "Look at me." Ellis said, forcing a smile, mostly to stop her from bursting into tears. She didn't typically talk about these feelings, and why she was opening up here, she had no idea. "I'm young. Smart. I have a great job. Not to sound cocky, but I know damn well I'm pretty. But I feel so... damn... lonely." She said, sighing as she reached for her drink, instinctively expecting it to be alcohol, and tried to hide her frustration when she remembered it wasn't. "I know I'm not the kind of girl you bring home to meet the parents. That's my sister. She's the mature, responsible one. I'm the spontaneous, goofy, good-time girl you take home for the night. I never met anyone before that made me feel like I could be more. Who looked at me like someone to be.... treasured. And the one time it happened, my family decided to throw a collective tantrum about it. Which is just as well, because I know it would've ended up like all the others: me getting my hopes up for something the other person doesn't even want." "I am looking at you, Ellis," Emme answered. "Being lonely doesn't make you a train wreck. I'm looking at you and I see that you're smart, and beautiful, and you feel things deeply. And I could sit here all night reminding you of those things, and telling you that I think you're worth something. But I shouldn't have to. If you want someone to treat you like you're someone to be treasured, then that's how you need to treat yourself." She shifted slightly in her seat and leaned closer to Ellis, her arms now resting on the table. "People take their cues on how to treat you by what you allow. If you want more from life than being the drunk party girl, then demand better from people. Demand better from yourself. Otherwise nothing's going to change. You have to be the catalyst for change in your own life. Not your family. Not that woman. Not me. You." "I don't mean to seem so... needy. Or pathetic, or any of it." Ellis said with a sigh, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. "And I know you're right. I just feel like... I dunno. I feel like sometimes maybe I don't deserve more. Does that make any sense?" She asked, feeling oddly like she'd found a kindred spirit here. Someone who understood her feelings. The waitress began heading in their direction and Emme caught her eye over Ellis's shoulder. She gave her a small shake of the head to indicate they weren't ready yet. The waitress nodded and went to attend to one of her other tables while Emmeline turned her attention back to Ellis. She nodded. "Yes. I can understand you feeling that way." She had felt undeserving herself for a long time. "What I don't understand is why you feel that way." "I don't... really know. I mean, I know that all through high school and college, anybody I dated was pretty much only after one thing." She admitted, shifting uncomfortably. "And it got to where I got tired of games and just.... gave them what they wanted upfront, and didnt bother with the relationship part." "But you do still want the relationship part, right?" Emmeline probed gently. "Oh, of course." Ellis said, nodding. "The problem now is finding someone who thinks of ME that way." She admitted with a shameful glance away. "Ok, so maybe it's more finding someone that thinks of me that way, that I get those butterfly feelings for." Emme gave the other woman a half smile. She leaned back in her chair and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Well, speaking as at least a friend, and possibly someone who could inspire butterflies in the future, I think a good place to start is not getting fall down drunk every night. I know you're lonely, but give people here a chance to see the Ellis that I do, yeah? There's a lot there for people to love." "And... what Ellis do you see?" The blonde asked, both out of genuine curiosity and, admittedly, just hoping to have someone make her feel wanted. For how much she'd been (and still was) slightly obsessed with Arizona... she'd barely noticed that this gorgeous woman was actually interested in her. "I see a woman who has a hell of a lot more to give then a great shag. I see someone who has a big heart, who is smart and funny, and who wants to make a good impact on the world." Emme leaned forward again . "I see someone who has been hurt and is strong enough to get back up again." "You know..." Ellis said with a laugh, sniffling back the tears she felt coming on, "I know it's totally counterproductive to what you just said... but saying things like that is a surefire way into my pants." She smirked, to show that she was making a joke... but that she also totally meant it. Emmeline reached out her hand and brushed her fingertips lightly along Ellis's wrist. They danced across her skin for a moment while a smile played over Emme's lips. "I'll definitely keep that in mind." |