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Megan Jones ([info]megsy) wrote in [info]veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-08-19 22:52:00

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Entry tags:megan jones, roger davies

Who: Megan Jones and Roger Davies
What: Megan is preparing to stress bake
When: Early evening
Where: Grocery store
Rating: PG-13?


Megan had not been doing very well since her 'chat' with Spencer. It had, as she had expected it to, been their usual, a raging battle of stubborn wills that never led to anything. But, for once, it hadn't stayed that way. Spencer had dropped a bomb that still had her feeling like someone was holding her under water.

Bredina Dunstan. The name was acidic on her lips. It might have been easier for Megan if Spencer's love interest was a complete stranger, but Megan actually liked Bredina. She had spunk. It was an awful lot easier to hate someone than it was to accept the fact that they had rightfully taken your place.

After kicking Spencer out of the flat, Megan had allowed herself a breakdown of epic proportions in her shower, but once the water turned off and the steam faded from the mirror, Megan's reflection didn't show the calm, composed woman she hoped it would. She looked, much to her dismay, like a woman who had just had her heart stomped on, and Merlin knew the quickest way to comfort was through comfort foods. Baked goods, to be specific. Cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. Maybe some white macadamia nut cookies, too. Poking around her new kitchen, it took Megan all of ten seconds to realize she was going to have to make a trip to the store, so she shoved her still damp hair into a pony tail, didn't bother with make-up, tossed on a sundress and headed to the closest grocery.

After a decent amount of time, Megan was looking rather humorous. Her basket was loaded to the brim with new cookie sheets and measuring spoons and cups. It was overflowing with baking ingredients: flour, sugar, butter, salt, baking soda, chocolate chips- the list goes on. Megan Jones could have fed the British troops twice over with her load, and she wasn't finished yet as she stooped down to pick up a package of macadamia nuts.



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[info]megsy
2008-08-29 07:55 pm UTC (link)
Megan sighed at his question. "I don't wnat to talk about it." She was not willing to explain to Roger how humiliating the situation had been for her, how it had been made worse when Spencer seemed to think it wasn't a big deal in the slightest, how he made it seem like she was blowing things out of proportion and never once placing the blame on himself. To this day, he still didn't think he'd done anything wrong, that was what bothered her so bloody much.

Jolting as his hands came up to cover hers, Megan was soon attacked by the cloud of flour, the blue fabric of her dress suddenly turning a much paler shade. "Thanks," she drawled sarcastically, before dumping the flour into a large mixing bowl.

"What about them?" she asked, frowning slightly. "It was never anything serious."

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[info]ex_rdavies749
2008-09-03 08:26 pm UTC (link)
Sometimes, Roger Davies couldn't quite understand what people were upset about because he couldn't connect the possibly distressing event to the person's feelings. It wasn't that he didn't know the information-- he couldn't just fit the pieces together. This was not the case though, as he was almost one hundred percent sure that Meg was so resentful because of Spencer and his fickle marriage proposal. Tilting his head slowly to the side, he watched the petite girl work slowly at her cookies. Hesitating, he decided to go forward with his thoughts.

"I get why you're mad about the whole thing. I get why... it might be frustrating that he doesn't seem to understand. But to Spencer, you didn't want to stay with him. He felt like he wasn't enough to you, unless he could offer you this great big package. You know his parents always pressured him about the future, so it became this... forbidden topic. And so I know you're hurt about what he did," Roger watched Meg's face as he continued, "but you crossed a line for him too. You were supposed to be a hideaway from all that pressure, but instead you left him in his weaker territory. The fact that he proposed to you at all meant it was a possibility for your future, but you guys were very young. I know you don't want to focus away from yourself but I don't know. You left him because what he had wasn't enough, whereas he just wanted to wait."

Taking out some ice cream from his cupboard, kept just cold enough with charms, Roger took a bite straight from the carton.

"I just think maybe you never got serious with anyone else because you felt so wronged by Spencer, so you were waiting for everyone else to make the same mistake." Pause. "You bake like a snail."

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[info]megsy
2008-09-04 12:03 am UTC (link)
Megan had forgotten how annoying it was to try and make yourself feel better when the person you were venting to wasn't biased enough to go along with everything you said. Roger being best friends with Spencer meant he was bound to either stand up for his best friend or at least present his side of the argument. It was quite bothersome.

Frowning, Megan dumped in the rest of the ingredients in the proper order, mixing away her frustration. "We could have had a long engagement," she retorted. "You can't just take a huge step in a relationship and then say 'Oops, I didn't mean it'. It doesn't bloody well work that way."

She smirked slightly to herself as she watched him eat ice cream straight out of the carton. Had he really been lecturing her about macadamia nuts earlier? Hypocrite.

The smirk faded, however, at his brilliant explanation for why she hadn't been dating many others. She was in the process of rolling the dough into small balls, and she paused in her work to glare at him. "Oh really? Is that why?" she drawled sarcastically. "And here I was thinking it's because no one else showed any real interest. Thank you, Dr. Davies, for clearing that up."

The last of the peanut butter dough balls was slapped onto the cookie sheet. "And I do not bake like a snail, either."

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