tara diana smith (tardiss) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-12 15:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, derpy hooves, tardis |
Who: Tara and Deryn
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Ice cream shop
What: Breaking the world with their enthusiasm and excitement.
Rating: G like a gangsta.
Status: Complete
“Oh, good!” Deryn was in the ice cream shop. And she was doing what every over enthusiastic girl did when she was in the ice cream shop -- bouncing on her heels, grinning brightly and picking out one too many flavors that were all being piled precariously into a cone.
The day was going splendidly.
Splendidly indeed. While John was meeting with his publishers, Tara was enjoying the sunny summer day with a matching grin. She had been walking a bit aimlessly when she (totally accidentally, not planned at all) came across that particular ice cream shop. And she (definitely accidentally again) entered and stepped up beside a blonde, overly excited girl at the counter.
Matching the other girl’s excitement, Tara giggled and then made an “oh my god that looks like the greatest thing ever” face at her ice cream cone. She looked at Deryn, then back to the shop assistant. And duh she asked “Can I have one?”
These two may just break the world.
It would be a happy sort of break though!
Deryn turned her head to look at the woman who had just stepped up beside her, and her blonde locks fell over her back and shoulders. Her grin was so large, it looked as if it might just take over the entirety of her face. “Good choice!” Because obviously it was.
Clearly the two of these girls had the right idea. Tara was still grinning, and she nodded enthusiastically at the blonde. “It was your choice first! I just recognize the talent.” She watched a moment as the staff started loading up a cone for her as well -- something that didn’t involve bubblegum, surprisingly.
“It is a perfect day for ice cream!” she told the blonde, settling her hands on her hips. Truly, Tara would have said anyday was perfect for it. But today was especially true. It’s summer, man!
Sometimes you’ve just got to give bubblegum a rest. Relish it more the next time, and all that. Deryn smiled brightly, and couldn’t stop a giggle from bubbling out of her throat as she watched the brunette almost-pose. The guy behind the counter handed her her ice cream, and she traded him a fiver for it. It seemed fair, and was apparently the kind of thing you were supposed to do in places like these. “I’m Deryn,” she said to the other girl. “Ice cream connoisseur!”
Tara extended a hand. “I’m Tara,” she replied. “Ice cream enthusiast!” She paid that fucker behind the counter and took her cone, turning to head back out into the sunshine. She turned to make sure that Deryn was following her, and pointed at a table (it was totally a children’s table, made of plastic and definitely not adult sized) that was free.
Because they’re fucked or something.
Fuck yeah they were. But in such positive, smiley, sunshiney ways that no one could say a goddamn thing about it without being the most horrible person on the planet.
Deryn? She’d kill a bitch with kindness. And ice cream. And then she’d giggle about it. Enthusiastically.
She plopped down in the chair that was much too tiny, and also neon green, and didn’t look too terribly out of place. She was very small. Just, maybe not this small. Perfect. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, and meant it, because sometimes it was just fated when you met someone you knew was going to be a fast friend.
Tara was definitely not a small girl. Pushing 5’10”, she looked a bit silly taking the neon pink seat across from Deryn. But no fucks were given from this mother fucker. It was a beautiful day and she was eating ice cream. She felt the need to voice that fact to the other girl, so she did. “It’s such a nice day! What do you do, Deryn?” Apparently some of John’s rambling tendencies had rubbed off on the girl.
Deryn didn’t seem to mind, even as she licked happily at her too-large cone. It was going to be a race not to get messy melty, but she was duly up to the challenge. At barely five feet tall, the blonde and Tara was like happy, happy opposites. “It really is,” she agreed, and damned if she didn’t bounce in her seat a little. “I work at the Farmer’s Market, I’m a coordinator! What do you do?”
“That sounds so fun!” Tara told her, just imagining what working in a Farmer’s Market could be like. She imagined lots of animals running around, and lots of farmers selling the fruits of their labours. Thinking about it had her deciding she’d take John one day. Because it would be fun! “It’s not very exciting,” the brunette admitted between licks. She wasn’t racing, but she certainly wasn’t taking her time. Brain freeze was on the horizon. “I’m a Human Resources Manager at an advertising agency. Lots of paperwork!” Pout. But she was good with people.
Yeah, it didn’t sound very exciting. Luckily, Deryn was pretty good at finding fun in everything, and so she liked to think that maybe Tara could too. That was just the kind of thing that fun people did, obviously. “I do paperwork too,” she said, because she did -- that was kind of her job, since she didn’t sell anything. “But days off are always better!” She paused, licking happily. “So! Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?” Because she was nosey.
At least Deryn had a cool environment to work in -- definitely a plus. Even if she had to do paperwork all day, there was excitement in anything these two did. How could they not be excited about fucking everything? Their brains were made of sunshine, rainbows, lollipops and just awesome, man.
Tara shrugged at Deryn’s complicated question. Though a bit oblivious to her obviously obvious relationship with John Smith, she knew that she didn’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend anywhere else. “Nope! No boyfriend or girlfriend,” she said. “Haven’t got time for one. My best friend keeps me busy.” Lick lick.
Lick, drip on table, pout, renewed licking. “That sounds like fun! My friend just got married, she’s on her honeymoon, isn’t that funny?” Because it kind of was to Deryn. Marriage was mindboggling, man. “But it’s good to keep busy!” They talked like they were kind of friends already, and not just perfect ice cream strangers.
“Busy with adventures is nothing to complain on!” she agreed, and was now getting a bit full of ice cream. But she had to fight on, because John wasn’t there to finish it for her. “That’s exciting! Were you at the wedding? Where did they go on their honeymoon? Have you got a boyfriend or girlfriend?” And with that the rambling began.
“I was in the wedding, it was really fun! I got to pick my own dress, which was really nice. It was yellow.” Deryn had no problem finishing off her ice cream -- she managed to fit more food in her stomach than she probably had stomach for. “I don’t remember, I should probably ask when she gets back. I have a boyfriend! His name is Sam. He’s really tall.” She laughed, and held her hand up in the air, as if to show exactly how tall.
“This is fun,” she went on. “We should definitely do it more.”