Serah will save her sister (serah_farron) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-05-05 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eothain, serah farron |
You're too damn cutesy to be making anyone terrified of you
Who: Serah and Eothain
What: Random hookups and guitar hero
When: 5/1 or 5/2
Where: Eomer and Eothain's apt
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for language and drug use (aka Serah's rebellious crises continues)
Serah had a hard time grasping the threads of her memories. She kept getting flashes of visions of the future, but did it have any meaning here? She hated this feeling of uselessness. She only knew that for every vision she’d had, she’d lost years off her life, and then there, at the end, she’d seen so much that she had died.
It had to be worth something. It had to be worth it. But she snuck out after getting back from the hospital, to take a drive, to clear her head, to do something. Anything.
Eothain was on a streetcorner, doing his usual waiting around for trades to be made. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a ratty black hoody, his hair looked limp and stringy, and whatever traces of guyliner he had left on was from about a day ago. He looked hungover, which was very likely the case. Only it wasn't an alcohol hangover, and more the came-down-off-some-bad-shit type. He felt like he'd been hit by a fleet of dump trucks.
It was the only way to keep himself from feeling weirded out by weird dreams. Especially when those dreams were of his shitty childhood, with his shitty mom, and the other shitty kids, being poor and hungry and...medieval.
He got an eye twitch merely thinking about it. That was why he took out a 'cigarette' and lit up right then and there. Screw that noise. Even thinking about it made him feel ultra pissed off.
Serah parked, stopping to grab a slushie and then take a walk. She didn’t really taste it. The worst part of all of it was she could feel all this magic and it was like it had no where to go. She’d died. She’d died and it didn’t feel like the end yet. She smelled...was that pot? That smelled like pot. She turned a corner and followed the smell.
“Uhm. Hello?”
A bloodshot eyed Eothain didn't say anything at first. He stared out at the street, smoking his 'cigarette'. He was doing ye old inhale and hold that breath, try not to cough, and then let all that smoke lazily crawl out of his mouth, as he slowly exhaled. He is smoking that bad boy, like a pro.
He happened to glance over and saw a girl standing there, staring at him, with a slushie. He was less interested in her and more at the slushie, and that's what he was staring at.
"You gonna drink that while you stare at me or what? Hand that shit over if you're not. I got a raging case of mother fucking cottonmouth."
And that is when Eothain held his hand out like the slushie can be put in the good hand. The other hand's busy with smoking business.
A girl with a slushie and pink hair. At least she wasn’t dressed like a Catholic school girl reject. She WAS a teacher, after all. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked at it, while staring at him. He was scruffy cute and blonde and physically her type, but that usually got her in trouble. “I don’t know. It’s my slushie. We could trade.”
Yeah, none of that school girl reject stuff, thanks. Eothain didn't need to get picked up for suspected pedophelia, in addition to drug possession. She was cute and the pink hair wasn't bad. He had done his hair a shit ton of colors before. He was partial to fire engine red, but that made him stand out even more. Eothain was tall, so he didn't need to stand out like a bright red beacon of one stop pharmaceutical shopping.
"Yeah? Heh." He was staring as though he wasn't sure what he had that a girl like her would even want. She looked clean. She didn't look like broke rules and...did she have to suck on that straw like that? He stared even more, even if his expression didn't look at all interested. It looked bleary-eyed and disinterested. "What the fuck do you want to trade."
“Depends on what you got.” Serah was feeling rebellious. But then Serah had spent her entire Teenage years rebelling against the foster system and to a lesser extent her sister for abandoning her. Which wasn’t fair and wasn’t true and she knew that, but that was still how she felt. “Maybe I’ll even buy you your own slushie. Whatever flavor you want, sweetie.”
"Oh. Really?" He clapped his hands together a couple times and smiled like a two year old being offered a lolly. It was made of pure, unfiltered sarcasm. That much was certain when the smile was gone in the blink of an eye and he was right back to a numb mask of indifference.
"If you're getting it? Then that'd be a big gulp full of bullshit," he finally replied, in a voice devoid of emotion. "Money talks. I don't this for sex or slushies or anything else. Rent's due. Tell me how much you got and I'll tell you what I can give you.” There was a pause and a huge eyeroll before he tacked on, “Sweetie."
“I just want a toke,” she pouted, giving him her best eyelash bat.
"I don't know why the fuck I do this shit for all you freeloading mother fuckers," Eothain grumble bitched under his breath, taking out a pack of very doctored cigarettes and giving her one. "There. Now gimme that god damn slushie and go get your ass another one."
She grinned and handed over the slushie. It was cherry, so it wasn’t a crappy flavor. She snapped her fingers, whispered ‘fire’ under her breath, and lit the ‘cigarette’ off of the resulting spark. To her surprise, it actually worked!
He grunted, once, and told her, "Nice magic trick. That's like that David Blaine dude, who's a devil worshipping asshole."
He took one big long slurp off the slurpee, not even worried about cooties or cold sores, so on and so forth. He was already a mass of...hell only knows what. It included a rash.
He just hoped this chick wasn't one of those devil worshipping assholes. He not only grew up superstitious to the point that it made him pissed off and wary of all the weird, but he grew up with that attitude in those realistic dreams, too.
"You're cute," Serah decided, out loud. She took a long drag and felt dizzy and it was wonderful. Because dizzy meant she was alive. She might have freaked out more than she'd let on to her sister.
"I don't know who David Blaine is."
"So're you but it's Cali-fucking-fornia. There's lots of cute or hot people out here." He took the sort of suck on that straw that would cause some serious brainfreeze. He even winced and frowned, while still somehow managing to explain who David Blaine was.
"He's this dude that levitates and pulls the heads off chickens and puts them back on and can regurgitate shit with people's dead loved one's names on it and just generally weird ass shit that I don't even want to be near. Fucking evil bullshit."
Kind of like how he felt about abnormally short people.
“That’s really kind of disgusting,” Serah said. She wouldn’t say it was evil but it sounded disturbing and not anything she ever wanted to be involved in. She wrinkled her nose. “Why would anyone want to watch that?”
"Damn right it's disgusting. I don't fucking know why anyone watches it, either. So they can get voodoo cursed. Or have nightmares." Eothain shrugged and went right back to polishing off that slurpee. It definitely cut through all of the cottonmouth going on. "I haven't seen you around here before."
“Voodoo curses don’t exist,” Serah said. She took a puff and then shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just taking a walk to clear my head. I kind of died for a few minutes yesterday.”
"Fuck yeah, voodoo curses," Eothain scoffed. There was all sorts of weird stuff that was evil out there. Evil stuff pissed him off. It also made him not want to be around it, so he would probably walk off after kicking evil's ass. If evil didn't kill him first, which wasn't even a concern to someone like Eothain. "C'mon. Don't be an asshole. That stuff's real."
He made a sign of warding with one hand and warily looked Serah over, with narrowed eyes.
"Was it a lame death or something worthy of it? Because you look like it's just another day, and I don't see any signs of you kicking ass or anything. Not that you look like you could. Unless you know voodoo or witchcraft or something weird, and then I'm going to go stand on another street corner, way the fuck away from the likes of you. And don’t come talk to me again. I’ll shun your ass."
Serah frowned. She decided not to tell him what really happened, but she didn't want to lie, either. "I don't...know. My sister said I screamed in my sleep, and when she came to check on me I wasn't breathing. But she brought me back. The hospital kept me over night because my pulse was elevated, but that was it." She rolled her eyes. “I can kick ass, I have a bowsword.” A bow, that was a sword. And it was awesome.
"What the fuck are you frowning for," Eothain asked, without really asking. It was more of a statement. "Maybe you have that sleep apnea or something. People said I stopped breathing at a party, before. I was fucking wrecked that night, so it's not like that should've been a surprise."
He tipped his head back a little to shake some of his hair off his shoulders, while staring down at her.
"A bow and a sword smashed together? Awesome. You don't look like you can kick much ass though, so whatever."
Eothain put one finger into his mouth and started picking out some food that was stuck between his molars.
"You're kind of an asshole," Serah said, chipperly. She was too light-headed to really care right now. The pot was fantastic stuff and if she didn't like her job so much it was tempting to come back for more. This was, after all, a really bad influence for a teacher to be doing. But then most teachers didn't just come off of a near death experience.
"Didn't your mom ever teach you that looks can be deceiving? But whatever, I don't really want to fight."
"What if I do. What if I want a fight," Eothain said with a smirk, to egg her on. It was pretty much impossible for most people to actually fight fight while they were all toked up. That's why stoners were so damned laid back about everything. Except Eothain, perhaps. He could be an asshole and have an argument, even when he was high as a kite.
Ok, fine, he thought it was funny she called him an asshole, too. That? Actually made him happy. It's a rare thing, when Eothain's happy, past the vast wasteland of emotional nothingness he usually felt.
"My mom's an abusive, drug addict, drunk as fuck, stripper whore. More power to her," he said with a shrug. He was beyond caring about that situation, anymore. If he even did, to begin with. "Everything I know I learned because my older sisters done yelled it at me, or I learned by myself. So. How'd you die. And where's that bow sword thing. How the hell would that even work."
"If you want a fight I'll beat your cute butt right into the ground. I just don't want to. It would look bad on my resume. Elementary School teacher arrested for giving drug dealer a smackdown, news at eleven!"
Serah giggled and puffed again. "I think right now a kitten could beat me up. And I don't know how I died, the doctors couldn't find anything. We only know I wasn't breathing and I had no heartbeat for a couple of minutes."
God she should be more scared. "and it's a sword, but it opens up into a bow, the string kind of hides in the back end place. My sister's gunblade makes more sense."
"That sounds like a fucked up weapon, and people die all the time in an instant. Shit happens."
Sure, he caught the cute comment, and he smirked because at least he still looked dirty hot. That, and she was cute too. He wasn't about to say it or anything. She sounded like she was either talking smack or crazy insane. Fortunately, kind of like vampire mutant chicks? That didn't stop him from much. Apparently? Eothain likes the freaks. Because he, himself, is a freak. Only of the non-magical variety.
Hold up. Wait a minute.
"You're a fucking elementary school teacher? And you're threatening to kick my ass?" There was a pause. A long pause. And then a very loud pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft snorfle, followed by Eothain cracking up laughing. "What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-uck!"
"Hey! I could!" She poked him in the arm. "The kids are terrified of me. They don't really need to be unless they misbehave then I give them this look." And then she gave Eothain the look, which is the kind of look that would make any kid under the age of sixteen shit their pants and swear they'll never do that bad thing ever again.
Eothain laughed even harder at the look, followed by poking a finger at her forehead and grinning like a smart ass. He was the world's worst student, and probably made it a point to piss off his teachers, before he started ditching and dropped out.
"You couldn't do sheee-it," he drawled out. "I think it's funny you're out here on the street, smoking weed, and then you're gonna go back to teaching a bunch of little kids. Dude, that is fucking hilarious. And kick ass, in it's own right. I bet those kids and their parents would never fuckin' guess."
And then he took his hands, applied his fingers to the sides of her face, and pinched her cheeks.
"Wook at yeeeew, bein' so damn ferocious," he cooed. Like an asshole. "You're too damn cutesy to be making anyone terrified of you."
Serah swatted at his hands. “Hey! That’s what makes me so dangerous, you’d never suspect!”
He swatted back at her hands, even if it was half-assed swiping at the air, for the most part.
"What's wrong? You getting pissed off?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Gonna turn green and start headbutting semi trucks and punching holes in walls with your fists?"
Serah smiled at him, and shook her head as the swatting turned into a flaily wrist slap fight. "You remind me of someone. Sort of. Only you're more of an asshole and he was cuter."
Flaily wrist slap fight? It is so in progress.
"Oh yeah? I fully embrace my inner asshole-ness." Eothain could take the shit and flip it right back. "You don't remind me of anyone. You're your own unique brand of retarded, I guess. Or are you going to get pissed off because you have a retarded kid in class. Bring it. Retards are awesome. And hilarious. Just like you."
"I'll have you know," Serah said, indignantly. "That I was a TA and got promoted to a teacher because I was qualified, instead of getting canned when the teacher moved! And another thing, retarded isn't an insult! Druggie!"
"Druggie isn't an insult either. It feels great. Minus the hangovers or coming down, since that part can get fucked. But the rest of it is win." He leered at her, rolling his eyes and unleashing an amused snort. "You can't be a teacher. You're getting to pissed off right now, to be around little kids all of the time. How old are they, anyway? Want uncle Eothain to come talk to them about the wonders of drug abuse?"
Don't tempt him. He'll do it.
Serah giggled. It wasn’t that she was pissed off so much as insulted. Her temper tended to be directed solely at her sister. And occasionally Snow when he pulled his shit in the dreams. “That would probably be a disaster, but it’s not a bad idea.”
"You're the worst teacher ever. Letting me around kids. I don't even like kids. What's wrong with you." After a pause of 2.5 seconds, Eothain said, "Let's do it."
“Are you busy Monday? Because that would be the best time.” And she wanted time to get this out of her system, because her sister was going to kill her.
"...I'm selling herbal remedies on a street corner," he told her, staring like it was a supermassive DUH moment. "I think my schedule’s pretty clear. But I can try to fit you in between that fucking board meeting I have, and that charity lunch bullshit with a bunch of nuns. No way am I doing anything before lunch."
Because Eothain didn't do breakfast hours, unless he was so jacked up on uppers or hallucinogens, that he forgot to sleep. Then it was waffle taco time.
Serah? Thwapped him in the shoulder. “One o’clock.”
Eothain grunted in what might possibly, probably, be an 'ok'.
"If you’re a kid school teacher, then you aren't going to buy any other shit off me, are you," he asked. Again, it was without any inflection. It was as though he never learned to use question marks. "If not, that's cool. Means there’s a fuck buddies option. Sweeeeeeeet."
Because who doesn’t like a fuck buddy? C’mon. And Laura sort of didn’t count in the drug department, because he’s the one getting high and she reaps the fringe benefits. It was a win-win situation there, for sure.
“Yeah they do test sometimes and it’s better to be safe than sorry.” She folded her arms and tilted her head at him. “I never said I was that easy, you know.” But she enjoyed it and it was one of her ways of rebelling against...things.
"That easy means you're kinda easy. If you're not buying for that, then why the hell not. You tell me if you want to fuck, and we can. If not? No big. I can find someone who wants to." For free, for trade, or for cash on hand. Speaking of hands? He held up his right one and grinned. "And I've got this bad boy for if all that crap fails. I don't like using it, but what the hell? At least there's options."
This is the man you are having do a 'scared straight' talk at your class, about drugs. The kids are probably going to get quite the education.
"Anyway, yeah. I'd do you." Mr. Blunt is blunt. It was said like it was no big deal. He lifted one arm and started scratching at some pit. Mmmm. So sexy. Only not really.
He was more of an example of what you could turn in to. Serah already had her right hand pressed against her face as she held back laughter. She failed, and started to giggle. “You’re probably terrible at it.”
Challenged issued.
The moment he opens his mouth, it would be...an interesting and educational experience, indeed. And proof of that?
"Terrible at what? Fucking? Oh hell no." He laughed right back at her, because - besides getting wasted or making things bleed (himself included) - Eothain knew he wasn't crap at that. "I'm a fucking beast when it comes to that. You want to hop on this bad boy, I'm down. Let's do it."
This was probably a bad idea, but spurred on by lowered judgement, Serah nodded her head. “Your place.” She was so going to regret this.
It's not like Eothain's going to say no to liquor, getting high, or screwing. So he grabbed Serah, put her over his shoulder all caveman style, and started walking off with her toward Eomer's apartment. Or their apartment, whatever, since he was actually paying half the rent. His mun made him do it, because he was being a dick and she was sick of him being a massive mooch. Go Team Eomer!
And she might regret it afterward, but it was going to feel great and be a ton of fun while it lasted. Eothain knew what he was doing in THAT department, so he had a reason to be self-confident. Ok, fine, it was going to happen on Eomer's couch, that is now Eothain's bed. He stole that couch fair and square, and it's got his blood on it, and some stuffing coming out of the cushions from Laura's claws. That in no way hinders what’s going to happen. Aww yea.
Serah let him march her off, feeling too laid back to protest (and besides it was kind of hot). So she played some drums with his butt, to the tune of a song she'd heard in her dreams. Something involving chocobos...chocobutts?
It turned out to be really good. Like, really, really good. Sure, she did feel a little dirty (she usually did with Booker, after all), but it wasn’t enough to mar the experience for her. And while she didn’t have any claws, she did have slowga, which made the encounter feel like it lasted twice as long as it actually did.
Cheating, but worth it.
So worth it. Still, casting slowga is so a huge cheat, even if it made it feel great. It also tipped Eothain off that stuff wasn't quite normal about this chick either. He didn't exactly know what, but it's not like he was going to complain about a good, long, epic screw fest. Not him.
Of course, he wasn't cuddly afterward. Instead, he had flopped over by her side, and was sloppily grinned up at the ceiling, with half opened eyes.
After a moment of silence, he managed to ask Serah, "...you still gonna try to dis me about my mad sexing skills?"
She lifted her hand and it looked like she was going to give him an 'eh' shake of said hand, but then she gave him a thumbs up, because that was really all she had the energy for. "Okay. I take it back. You do know what you're doing."
"Hells yes, I do. And it was damn good. Now why don't you tell me what the hell you did during that sex fest, because that shit wasn't normal," Eothain said, punctuating it with a wide yawn. He didn't know why he was attracting the weird, but...vampire mutant. 'Nuff said. He even gave her a thumbs up. "You a witch or what?"
Because he was pretty sure that one rash he had been itching at for a few days, wasn’t there any more. That made this whooooooole thing slightly more suspect.
“If you lie and I find out about it, I’m gonna be pissed off,” he added, while not sounding at all pissed off. He was reaching out one arm and blindly patting it around, to see if he could grab a bag of chips or a smoke or some soda. Whatever his hand grabbed onto first, was fine by him.
She darted her eyes, sitting up and rubbing at a hickey on her right breast. "Uh. I'm not a witch. Not in the bedknobs and broomsticks way anyway. " Then she moved her hand to the brand tattoo on her left arm and rubbed that. "But what I did was slow time...and I kind of maybe cast a cure spell on you. And I'm a seeress. But the only future I see is the one in my weird dreams."
For a long moment, Eothain stared at her, and it seemed like he had absolute zero of a response to what was said. Ok, fine, he stared at the boob rub and the tattoo thing, which was hot, but that was with the same blank expression on his face. Then his eyes rolled up in their sockets, behind his eyelids, until the whites showed, and he left out one hell of a loud pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft of an exhale.
It was quiet again, before he unrolled them eyes, and stared up at the ceiling again.
"God. Damn. It. First it was stabby vampire chick and then a witch. And you cast your witch shit at me. What the ever livin' fuck. Don't cast spells on me. I'm serious." He pointed a finger over at her. "And how're we supposed to know that it isn't because of witches, that those dreams are happening?"
Eothain didn't like weird. It made him suspicious. This girl didn't seem like she was evil, but it still paid to be wary. And there was no telling why the dreams were happening.
"Stabby vampire chick? Really? You've met a vampire?" She'd fought energy suckers but most things had been just...monsters. Even a couple of Cieth, which had been a little terrifying, considering a Cieth was someone like her who had either failed in the Focus bestowed by the brand, or had simply run out of time.
"Unless you're trying to hurt someone innocent, the only spells I'll cast at you are healing ones. And the time stoppy one. Or haste. Haste is great, you can cram an hour of work into ten minutes!"
"Yeah, I fucked a vampire mutant chick. She's chill and isn't some crazy evil bitch, so don't get any ideas."
He was still wary, but even he wondered how much of that was just his normal xenophobia from growing up in the south, or how much was the tales of freaky people and things from growing up in wherever that Rohan place was. Either way, it boiled down to how much crap spewed out of his mother's mouth, or his mother's boyfriends' mouths - in both worlds - and how much he actually listened to.
"I don't care about giving someone just standing around an ass kicking. If it's some asshole that has it coming to them? Hot damn. It's on. If it's a really bad asshole that had it coming to them, or, like, an orc or some shit? I will stab their ass rip their head off, shit down their throat, and light them on fire. Don't cast any weird witch stuff at me even if I'm bleeding to death, and we're cool."
“I wasn’t going to get any ideas. As long as she’s chill.” Serah was totally with the lingo. She frowned again. It wasn’t an expression that was common on her face. “Yeah but if you start to bleed out or something I could heal it and then you could kill even more orcs. It’s like those Japanese video games. Phantasy Star or Tales of Something!”
He nodded, because Laura was good, by his standards and he didn't want anything bad happening to her, either. No one was going to miss the type of people she was getting money from.
"No. No, you don't." Eothain sat up and pointed a finger right at the tip of her nose. "I'd kill enough on my own, if that happened. No way do I want anyone stepping into what's supposed to be an epic good way to die. And...I never played those games. I did like one of those Battlefield games once, and a shit ton of Rock Band and Guitar Hero. That's how I learned to play guitar."
No, it's not. There is a guitar in the corner of the room, but it looks like it's been ran over with a steamroller and duct taped back together. The amp wasn't much better off.
“You can’t learn to play Guitar from a video game,” she replied, rolling his eyes and flopping back onto her back. She looked at him from that angle, not at all ashamed of how exposed she was. "The controls are completely different from the real strings!"
"It works," he insisted, letting his gaze travel from her face, down over every bit of exposed flesh. It was one of those brazen stares, like he didn't care if she noticed he was doing it or not. "It's great for finger control."
Serah snorted. The snort turned into giggling, which then turned into outright laughter. It made things jiggle and when she noticed she only laughed harder.
Don't worry. Eothain to the rescue. There went both hands, right down on her breasts, to keep them from jiggling all over the place. She started it, not him. In fact?
"I'm helpin' stop them witch titties from jiggling around."
Yep. Eothain is so helpful.
And she happily pointed that out, complete with entirely too much cheer. “You’re so helpful!” She shifted around and wrapped a leg around his shoulder. “You think you can play? Prove it!”
Leg around his shoulder? Awesome.
"God damn, you're bendy. I might want to play you, instead." He moved one hand and pat pat went one hand on her ass, followed by a squeeze. "Get yo damn leg off me, so I can plug in and get it done, like a MOTHA FUCKAAAA!"
And that last bit was in total epic rocker scream. It sounded good too. Unlike his guitar playing.
“Plug it in.” She giggled again and disentangled herself from him. She got to her feet and searched around for her clothing. “Okay, guitar hero, wow me.”
"I'm going. I'm going. No riding my ass." He got up and gave her a spanking as he walked by, pausing only to put on some boxers on the way over. Soon enough, that was all he was wearing, besides the plugged in guitar. The amp was cranked. He posed. His arm raised. His fist came down and the strings vibrated like they might shake the guitar apart. After, out came a cacophony of screaming noise that sounded like the actual factual death of death metal, itself. If it was on speed. And out of tune. While being played with a power drill.
"Didn't peg you for pegging." She dressed and plopped back down on the couch, sitting cross-legged as she waited for him to start playing. She covered her ears as the first screaming note filled the apartment. "It sounds like a dying cat!"
It was enough to make ears bleed and actual cats die. And oh no, he didn't stop. It kept going, followed by him using his face to play what was supposed to be a riff, and sure, it looked good. He did look the part. However, his playing is shit and he thinks it's awesome. That was probably the reason why, after ye olde windmill arm string slaughter, he raised his arm and extended forth his middle finger to her, with a rebellious scream.
"........AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhh! Screw you. I rock like a total bad ass," he finished saying, while one of the neighbors yelled for him to knock that off or they'd call the property manager.
Somewhere nearby, a cat was indeed howling in agony. Serah covered her ears even harder than before. He did look good, but she was certain that she was going to start bleeding from her ears. She'd been about to cast silence on him, when the neighbor saved him from that terrible fate. "I think I lost my eardrums..."
"Then my job is done. That's what it's all about." Eothain threw down the guitar and walked over, planting his ass down on the couch next to her. Then one arm went FLOP right around her shoulders. And his hand went down on some boob. "You really want me to talk at a bunch of kids? You're fucking nuts. How old are they."
"Fifth-graders," she said proudly. "Ten and eleven year old, which is the best age to reach them about this kind of stuff." She only wished she could give them proper sex ed but parents were idiots about that kind of thing.
"Old enough to be assholes." He might not be smiling, but there was a look on his face like he was ready to headbutt this task into submission. "And they're probably using and abusing anyway. You're gonna get a bunch of parents pissed off at you. You don't care about that, do you."
Old enough to be assholes? that was one way to put it. Serah tilted her head. She groped around until she found her shrunchie and started to pull her hair up into a one-sided pony-tail. “Mostly you’re an example of what happens to someone when they use an abuse.” She smiled cheekily.
"Thanks." He eyerolled so hard that his eyes looked like they might get stuck that way. "I'm not going to tell those little assholes that it's awesome or anything. I was actually going to threaten to find them and kick their fool asses, if they did. At least wait until they're like, dropped out of school, to go do that shit."
So much for waiting until someone's eighteen or twenty-one. Eothain's only prerequisite was to drop out of school.
"Screw you. You don't get to have me standing up there while you give a speech. I give the speeches. Plus they're assholes and I'm an asshole, so we'll be on the same level."
The asshole level.
Serah's falm planted against her face, and she snickered. "Oh I was planning on letting you talk, since you're a walking talking example. You'll do fine, they're just kids, they're not going laugh at you or anything." They were going to laugh at him. It would be great.
"They'll laugh. And I'd tell them to shut the fuck up and listen. It'll be like scared straight. Only...the drugs edition. I can tell them what jail's like. It's not a big deal. I didn't get ass raped or anything."
Because that's always the best indicator of how well someone's jailcation went.
"Telling them it's not a big deal might not scare them off. You need to be terrible and horrible and freaked out! Maybe even tweaked out!" Maybe not tweaked out.
"I can show up all jacked up. That's not a big deal either. You probably don't want like a bath salts freak out or anything. I'm saving that for Christmas." He sounds serious. He always sounds serious, but he really sounds serious about that. It was probably going to end in getting shot up by the police, but that's ok by him, too. "I'll snort some shit and show up."
This is also not a big deal for him.
“...bath salts freak out for Christmas. Really? That’s your idea of a holiday?” She looked on him with something akin to pity. Like he was some kind of fixer upper in desperate need of being fixer upped. “Maybe we should skip the freak out.”
"I'm going to eat a mall Santa's face off," Eothain declared, proudly, because nothing said Christmas than eating a drunk Santa impersonator's face off. "So...wait. Do you want me drugged up or not? Because it's not like I need a god damn excuse. I'll probably show up stoned, or drunk. Or both. Because that's my fucking default setting."
Suddenly he stopped and squinted at her, suspiciously. "Why're you staring at me like that. Knock it off. You can't work more of your witch magic on me."
Because Eothain’s life was weird as hell and he has slept with a vampire/mutant and a girl who casts spells.
"I'm not going to do any magic to you. I just don't think you need to be that tweaked out or anything," Serah cautioned. "We want to scare the kids not make them piss themselves!" Which was a real worry at this point, because Eothain was a little freakier than she'd been expecting (but really what had she expected?!)
"Your life is weird as hell."
(Exactly. You just slept with a guy selling weed on a streetcorner. THE HECK.)
"Fine. I'll just drink a beer before I show up." That meant he would be basically sober. The horror. "No making kids piss themselves." He eyed her suspiciously. "You casted spells on us while we were fucking. Who has a weird life?"
Still? Best elongated orgasm ever, thanks to the slowga. The suddenly sloppy smirk on Eothain's face basically was like someone was screaming "Scoooooooooooooooooooooore!!!" inside of his head before a soccer riot broke out.
“I was making it better,” She pointed out, cheerfully.
He's not admitting witchy stuff made it better. He's not. Not at all. Nope. Never. Can't make him. He ain't gonna do it.
Eothain was quiet and squinty as he stared at her. And then he let out a grunt. It was one of those grunts in the affirmative that was like he was saying 'Yes it did' without him saying it, with people words. Because that would be admitting that witch stuff was ok, and he is telling himself he should never admit that. Because it's weird as hell, right back at her.
And that also caused him to grunt again. Just because.
Laughing, Serah poked him in the ribs, then stared at him while chewing her lip. Sure, she’d just gotten dressed, but pants could come off easily enough. “I should go, but I think I have a little more time…” Eye batting.
He had grabbed hold of her pokey finger and was staring back at her, and more specifically, watching her chew on her lip like that. A wicked smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth, and then the other.
"Yeah? I'll walk you back to that street corner afterward, because I doubt you're gonna make my ass a damn sandwich after round two. I’m gonna need some Taco Bell." That was a solid hell yes, if ever there was. And he still only had boxers on, so it's not like he had any problems getting out of those. "Just...don't tell anyone I was ok with the witch stuff...but...maybe you can do that slow down thing again at the right moment, since that seemed ok. But whatever."
And some of that really was said in a low, reluctant grumble. That he'll never admit to, louder than that. Because witches weren't supposed to look cute or hot, or invite him to do some scared straight shit without a lot of the scared, in front of asshole fifth graders.
"You're right I'm not going to make you a sandwich," she retorted. "But maybe I'll buy you one since you treated me to a serande and everything." Serah wriggled her fingers, and then wriggled back out of her jeans. One slowaga coming up!