alexis! (celebutante) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-06-01 08:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: alexis rose |
Who: Mimi, Klaus, and Alexis
What: A slumber party! A little Never Have I Ever, tarot, and waffles
When: Backdated to the 23rd of May
Where: Mimi's place
Warnings: Like, no
Status: Complete
“Never have I ever…” This game was a lot harder than the last time Melissa had played it, mostly because there were far less things that she hadn’t done. Which put a lot of her life choices into perspective. But she was stalling again, eyeing the mostly empty M&M bowl that was left between as evidence of all of their bad decisions. “Set something on fire,” she smiled directly at Klaus, unashamed to use information he’d given freely against him. Klaus was also having a hard time at this game, having eaten so many M&Ms he almost didn't want anymore M&Ms. Almost. But he had to take a handful on this one, and he eyed Mimi before shooting one right back at her. "Never have I ever been a wrestler." He was appreciative of Alexis and Mimi playing a sober version of the game for him, though even without alcohol he kept coming close to messing it up. Oops. Alexis definitely didn’t need alcohol for this little shindig - especially if they were playing Never Have I Ever. She’d be drunk in ten minutes, with far too much booze pinballing through her veins and passing through her poor liver - so candy it was, and she was kind of glad she made that decision, thanks very much. It was difficult to find something she hadn’t done though - because she’d done pretty much everything, including attending a compost gift exchange at Gwyneth Paltrow’s place, and drove her car into the Prada store on Rodeo Drive, thinking it was a parking garage (she had also been high at the time, oops). But actually, she didn’t need to take any M&M’s at the wrestler thing - she didn’t know any moves. “Ooh, good one!” Now, let’s see. “Never have I ever...flown to Turkey for a blind date.” It was actually Dubai she’d flown to (and nevermind that David had to pick her up because disaster). So ha! “That’s oddly specific,” Melissa seemed a bit curious if there were countries that Alexis had indeed flown off to instead, still slowly eating a few M&Ms from Klaus’ retaliatory attack. If she kept eating them, she was beginning to suspect that she’d puke just as much as if they’d been drinking. “Hell, I can’t even remember if I’ve been to Turkey or not,” so at least there was a small break from having to reach into the bowl. “How about this. Never have I ever fought with a sibling.” Because she didn’t have any, one of the small blessings in her life. "You're such a cheater," Klaus said, giving Mimi a look and taking another handful for that. But then he added joyfully, "It is oddly specific though. So! Never have I ever flown anywhere for a blind date." He never had that sort of money and neither did the people he dated. But he had a sneaking suspicion Alexis had. “Oh, come on!” Alexis huffed, because she was waist-deep in a sugar coma right about now, having to take a handful of candy for fighting with a sibling (of course she’d fought with David, when wasn’t she fighting with David? She loved him, but ugh) and flying anywhere for a blind date. “It wasn’t even that great, and it was just a one-time thing, like, we didn’t date after that. I started casually seeing Prince Harry around that time anyway.” She had to resist the urge to run to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Instead she grabbed a bottled water and chugged some of it, hoping to wash the sugar residue away. “Can we move on to tarot reading now or are we all going to get diabetes?” "Look on the bright side," Klaus said cheerfully, taking the bowl to finish off the few remaining M&Ms. Compared to his old diet of junk food, alcohol, and drugs this was the least toxic night out he'd had in a long time. "If we'd been taking shots we'd all be dead." Well, yes, that was true. Or they’d all, at the very least, be in the hospital for alcohol poisoning. Alexis wasn’t sure if Mimi’s superhero powers extended to a superhuman alcohol tolerance but she wasn’t willing to risk it. “That’s the silver lining,” she snorted, reaching for the tarot deck to give the cards a shuffle. “Okay, um - I guess I’ll do Mimi.” Like, not do Mimi - whatever, they knew what she meant. The deck was one she’d picked up from a bookstore, it was called WITCHES TAROT and was very colorful and some cards had naked ladies on them, which she didn’t really get but anyway. She could do this, arranging the cards in the spread Twyla had shown her back in Schitt’s Creek. Enhanced durability did allow for some more tolerance than a typical human, but given her already smaller size, Mimi figured it all about balanced out when it came to drinking. And didn’t do much at all for sugar intake other than threaten to make her crash out early if she kept it up. Besides, she didn’t want to push it too hard, not in this company. She reached for some of the leftover takeout off her coffee table instead, and while it was a bit cold at this point, anything to balance out all the chocolate was more than welcome. She was pretty sure Billy would be rolling his eyes at her right now, staring down cluelessly at the tarot cards as Alexis spread them out. Well, not everyone could do real magic and the art was at least interesting. “So do I get to pick a card or something?” Or was that just magician card tricks? “What’s this one mean?” She pointed to one of the naked ladies, wiggling her eyebrows. "Those are your cards, I think," Klaus said, looking over the cards, curiously. "I had a boyfriend who did tarot. I always got the death card. We didn't last very long." “Totally get that,” Alexis rolled her eyes, since apparently they’d segued into mentioning weird exes. And boy, did she have lots of those stories. “I once dated Zac Efron and - well, it wasn’t really dating, it was just booty calling. Though he always had this uncanny ability to show up at my building and hit the buzzer right as I pressed send on the text. He may have been psychic. Anyway. This card - “ One red, manicured fingernail tapped the naked lady “Is ‘the world.’ It symbolizes success and maybe a change of pace, maybe flight, but all good things. This card - “ Another tap, “...okay, this one really is the Death card but it doesn’t mean actual death. It means an increased sense of self-awareness. Out with the old and in with the new. Maybe you’re due to change your hairstyle?” “Exes wanting you dead is just a thing,” Mimi patted Klaus’ shoulder comfortingly. Having dealt with actual mindreaders, Mimi absolutely didn’t recommend it, but the idea of Zac Efron being one was met with an amused snort. Alexis certainly had an interestingly varied dating history. Her own was a bit embarrassing, had literally come back to haunt her, and absolutely not worth sharing. Not when these cards were far more interesting. “I mean that makes sense. I fly.” And obviously being in Vallo was a change of pace, but that seemed applicable to anyone here. And the Death card gave her a bit of a pause, because really, when did anyone actually ever stay dead. “Hey, I’ve had plenty of questionable hairstyles. This one’s a classic.” Unlike the time half her head got shaved because some creep kidnapped and operated on her. She lifted the ends of a faded lock of pink, twirling it around a finger. “But maybe I could use a bit of a touch up.” Thanks, cards, for the insight. "Zac Efron?" Klaus said, raising a brow, but then just giving a shrug and a nod. No judgement there. And he looked over at Mimi, returning the gesture as she played with her hair, running his fingers through another lock. "I love your hair. But also the obvious is that we're all out of old lives now and into something new?" And at least he wasn't minding the company. “Yes, see? New lives we’re building here. New hair, don’t care. I’m awesome at this tarot thing,” Alexis beamed, all starshine and champagne bubbles (hold the champagne). She flipped another card or two over - one was just a dude sitting on a bench, nothing creepy like death swinging the scythe in the dark of night or whatever. “This one means happiness! And like, contentment,” she said. “So that’s good.” She tapped her chin with her finger, hmmm. “Okay, this other one means you’re about to embark on a sexual journey. Congrats.” The card was the High Priestess (not a naked lady, but still - Mimi was coming up aces on this reading). “Ah, so the cards are flirting with me? Sexual journey,” Mimi sounded dubious, because damn, she hadn’t gotten laid once since being here. Maybe that’s what the journey was, celibacy for a change. And not taking phonecalls from exes asking you to bail dudes out of prison. “I like this one,” she picked up the card symbolizing happiness, not sure if removing it from the tarot spread brought bad luck or something. With them both there, it was the most fun she had in awhile, the first time she could relax and not wonder how one of her friends might be waiting to backstab the others the next day. “Do Klaus next?” she suggested, not so subtly snatching the Death card to withhold it from the deck, smiling at him. “Ask it if he’s going to make a mess of my kitchen in the morning.” It was a joke more than an actual suggestion. "Yes, do mine," Klaus agreed eagerly, especially since Mimi had stolen the death card for him. "Then Mimi and I will combine our talents to read your cards. No promises for accuracy," he cautioned, holding up a hand. They would, however, undoubtedly give Alexis an entertaining interpretation. He glanced at Mimi as an afterthought. "Do you want delicious waffles or not?" he asked her. He'd clean up after. With no danger of the death card (which wasn’t a bad card necessarily!) Alexis reshuffled the deck and laid it out in another spread for Klaus. “Okay, let’s seeeee...” she drawled, turning over the first couple of cards. “This is the Seven of Swords, it means coming clean or something. Or like, going at something with a new approach.” The next card had her gasping with faux dramatics. “The Ace of Cups! It’s the marriage card, ooh.” Maybe Klaus would tie the knot? With someone? “It also means balanced family life, so maybe you and your siblings will start getting along.” Or get married. Incestuous card? Who could tell? Of course Mimi wanted delicious waffles, and she simply smirked in answer. “Or the cards are telling us we should have played Fuck, Marry, Kill instead.” Mimi wiggled the Death card still in her grasp. “But yeah Klaus, who’re you marrying?” "I'm more likely to get married before my siblings and I all get along, though it helps that they're not all here?" Klaus gave a shrug before adding, "Marriage is overrated anyway." But he was more interested in the Seven of Swords, studying it. "Maybe that means sobriety will stick." A pause. "This time." He shouldn't credit tarot cards for important life changes, but it seemed a lot easier than taking full responsibility. Well, Alexis wasn’t like an expert or anything, but she totally believed in what the tarot was saying here. “Of course it’ll stick - you can do it,” she encouraged, giving Klaus a little nudge. “Look, it even says so here - “ She pointed to another card - it wasn’t a naked lady, but a rather large winged angel instead. So pious. So holy, one foot in the water and one on the rocks which probably represented something like staying grounded, or the angel didn’t want to mess up her Jimmy Choos, whichever. “This is Temperance, it means moderation and balance and all of that.” See? All in all, not a bad reading for Klaus. “You sure know a lot about these cards,” Mimi observed, no idea how the unnaked angel lady represented any of that. But if the stars and cards were all aligned to keep Klaus on the right path or at least encourage him to do so, she wasn’t going to argue. Except that meant it was their turn to bumble through a reading for Alexis, and she hoped between the two of them they could come up with something at least entertaining in absence of accurate or insightful. She gathered up the cards and shuffled them with the ease of somebody that clearly played a lot of card games in her life. Mostly solitaire, lately. “Alright,” she announced, laying the cards out in imitation of how Alexis had done so. Another naked lady, this one labelled The Star. “Oh, clearly that’s you.” Klaus glanced at the spread, using the limited knowledge he'd gained from his own readings, which meant he could speak on exactly two cards and he wasn't entirely sure they were right. "The Star is renewal after turmoil," Klaus pointed out. "And oh look, the Ten of Cups, inner happiness. How nice." He gestured at a Swords card. "I think that means you're going to jail though. But you'll be happy about it?" “He’s a lot better at it than I am,” Alexis was busy dissolving into giggles, because what? “If I go to jail, it wouldn’t be the first time,” she added, and clearly that was a story. “Or well, not counting the time I got arrested because of my ex’s molly in my glove compartment - I did manage to get picked up by the South Korean police, and sweet talk the consulate for a passport, so. Maybe there’s hope I won’t stay in jail.” The Star one she wouldn’t complain about. Perhaps she too would go on a sexual journey which cool. It had been awhile since she’d gotten any - Ted had been so far away, then they broke up, and just. Her personal life was a hot mess, but renewal after turmoil sounded pretty great too. Mimi had spent the better part of her formative years in and out of jails, and definitely related to the bit about getting framed for some bullshit your ex did. Drug busts were pretty light in comparison, but she nodded along in sympathy until the bit about the passport. And then she laughed, impressed at Alexis’ skills. “It’s fine, one of my specialities is prison break. Everyone somehow ends up with my number when they have somebody they need to bust out.” Not that she minded Luke Cage giving her a call, he was one of her favorite teammates. With the bar so low. She yawned, leaning her head against Klaus’ shoulder. “What time is it, anyway?” she asked, feeling old, both because she couldn’t believe she was already tired and because her phone was JUST out of reach to check it herself and she was too lazy to sit up and grab it. Glancing at his phone, Klaus tossed it aside and answered, "Late enough." With the pure amount of sugar consumed that night, they were all likely to crash sooner rather than later. Which was probably good for him, as the later he stayed up the more likely he'd be to want to leave and find himself in trouble. “There’s extra pillows and blankets,” Mimi mumbled, pointing in the vague direction of a coat closet for whoever was less lazy to get them. But right now Klaus’ bony shoulder was pillow enough. Klaus's waffle making skills had improved vastly since his mother's arrival, and especially since he'd been staying with her. There was something about watching her work, and she was a patient teacher. All of which was paying off the following morning as he set to work on breakfast. Eggs and bacon and the most important bit, waffles with various toppings. Mimi had been correct in her predictions that he was making a mess out of her kitchen though. Speaking of which, if she and Alexis didn't wake up by the time the food was ready, there was a strong possibility he might just eat everything himself. And he'd have zero regrets about it. Guh, what time was it - that was the first thing Alexis thought of, when green-grass eyes fluttered open and she realized she was someplace else besides her own bed, in her own apartment. It wasn’t a bad realization though - she felt warm and cozy, having wrapped herself in Mimi’s extra blankets; she’d used Klaus as a pillow, and Alexis used Mimi herself - who was less bony and more soft, even if she did have the superhero lean muscle going on, to look good in spandex or whatever. Still, she was with friends and something smelled good - so Alexis was here for it. She had on a pink satin pajama set, and didn’t bother getting dressed to investigate the heavenly scent - just scampered off to the bathroom to do morning things, and brush her teeth and give her hair a good combing through. “Oooh, someone’s a champ at breakfast foods,” she noted as she wandered into the kitchen. Mimi did look just as good in spandex as she did in just an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts, because the concept of matching pajama sets never really occurred to her until seeing how cute Alexis made them look. And damn, she probably spent a bit too much time admiring the feel of the satin while falling asleep last night. She hadn’t bothered to do more with her hair than a quick fingercomb and leaving it up in a ponytail, mostly so that when they got to eating waffles there was no danger of getting syrup in her hair. “There she is,” Mimi smiled, more of a morning person than she had any right to be, and shoved a mug of coffee into Alexis’ hands. “Didn’t know how you like it, so there’s cream and sugar over there.” "Excuse me, what about the man making you waffles?" Klaus replied, handing the first empty plate over to Alexis because she admired his talents. Of course, he also hadn't left her kitchen looking like a hurricane hit it. Details. "I've had too much free time lately so I'm learning a new skill," he mused. But there were worse ways to spend it than learning how to cook from his mom. "It's all very… normal." He handed Mimi a plate as well and gestured to their different options, then waited to grab food last. Normal was rather odd. “Normal can be okay, right?” Alexis asked rhetorically, taking the coffee and letting her nose drift over the top of the cup, where it was all steamy-dreamy and smelled invigorating. She definitely put cream and sugar in it too, because black coffee was so early 2000s and goth lattes were only Instagram-relevant in 2017. She also loaded up her plate with waffles, after Klaus gave her the go-ahead. No worrying about carbs today, folks! “I actually don’t know how to do a lot of normal things - had a late start at that,” she mused, digging into those waffles. “Like finishing high school at age thirty? But I still don’t know how to cook. Maybe your mom can give me some tips too.” It might be useful to learn. Mostly, here in Vallo, she relied on superfood smoothies, takeout salads, and delicious sushi. “Normal is not normal, is the problem,” Mimi followed up, putting way more food on her plate than she’d probably end up eating. Though still leaving more than enough for Klaus, and she’d probably let him finish off whatever she didn’t from her plate too. She liked the idea of eating five waffles more than her appetite did in reality. She was still a bit tender on her ankle from the goblin swarm, taking a tiny hop instead of a limp over to one of the bar stools. “I’ve never been all that good at it. But if this is normal, it’s not too bad.” |