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Tweak says, "You could do way better"

gretchen watkins is the spice of life (swashbuckley) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-06 01:21:00

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!2003: 09, !incomplete, delaney twilfitt, gretchen watkins, titus scabior

WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Delaney Twilfitt
WHAT: Delaney needs to talk. Gretchen happens to be nearby.
WHERE: Diagon
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None this time, I promise! Just talk of babies and emotions and girly shit like that/PG13?/Ongoing

Gretchen wasn't exactly sure how it'd come to pass that she was picking up lunch for Trevor, but sure enough, here she was, paying for two meals from the Happy Squid and taking them back to a likely ungrateful partner. Thanking man behind the counter, she snagged the bag of food and took an appreciative sniff as she walked outside, her stomach rumbling slightly.

She was hungrier than she'd thought, which sort of made sense, given that she'd foregone any sort of breakfast meal in favour of spending another hour in bed with Trevor. Not that it had been a bad trade off, mind. The fact remained, however, that this food was going to be greatly appreciated.

Strolling past Delaney's store, Gretchen glanced in idly, still slightly uncomfortable with the fact that both she and Trevor had slept with the woman, on completely separate occasions. She was certain it was a first, she didn't generally sleep with women and she would bet all her gold that Trevor had never shagged a bloke. Given her inclinations, a certain level of crossover was to be expected, but she still found it odd.

Oddness filling her head, Gretchen didn't see Delaney walking towards her until it was too late. The other woman had spotted her and Gretch raised a hand in greeting.

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swashbuckley
2010-09-07 04:27 am UTC (link)

"I only met 'er the once," Gretchen took a long swig, not even meaning to drop the h at the beginning of the word. "And she didn't know I knew you. Gabbed away about your lovely cock and who knows who else she's telling if she's told me."

She shook her head and took another swallow, wrapping her arms around the bottle and holding it close. "This is not good."

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opportunist
2010-09-07 02:08 pm UTC (link)

"It is lovely, innit?" Trevor asked, unable to resist a grin at the comment. There was no reason to fault him if happened to be naturally endowed.

He glanced back at her, noting her uncomfortable position and decided against taking the bottle back at that moment. "It's not bad," he pointed out, taking this as another of Gretchen's overreacting moments. He could still remember when she thought Verity would be trouble, a blond even less threatening than Twillfit. "It's not fucking mine, I know it, sure we can prove it," he prodded the glass on his desk, pushing it around slightly. "You're not actually worried about 'er?"

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swashbuckley
2010-09-07 03:31 pm UTC (link)

"Best cock of all the ones I've fucked." The comment didn't come out as sarcastic as she'd intended it to, in fact it had sounded downright complimentary and sincere. She added an eye roll, hoping it would cover tat fact and took another swig from the bottle, slamming it on the table.

She folded her arms across her chest, feeling petulant, but knowing she was right. "Yes! I talked to her! I didn't realise that you might've knocked her up because I told her to go after the bastard and make him pay for it!"

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	opportunist 2010-09-07 03:41 pm UTC (link)
	"Gretch," Trevor stared at her, slightly incredulous. "You don't think I can 'andle one pregnant bitch, even if she does start whining at me and trying to claim it's mine?" He didn't buy that Gretch would ever bet on Delaney in a showdown between the two of them. "C'mon!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	swashbuckley 2010-09-07 03:54 pm UTC (link)
	"You can't actually just kill her, you know." Gretchen pointed out, sinking down in the chair and looking up at him. "People would notice she'd gone missing, there'd be an inquest. She's not some shady kid who crossed us." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

opportunist
2010-09-07 04:28 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe not," Trev conceeded, although he didn't feel all that really negated the possibility. "But I can fucking 'andle 'er at least. She runs a fucking clothing store, for Salazar's sake!" He leaned against the desk sulkily. "I'm intimidating," he insisted, slightly perturbed that Gretchen didn't seem to agree he could intimidate someone into backing down and would have to resort to killing.

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swashbuckley
2010-09-07 04:46 pm UTC (link)

"You don't intimidate me," Gretchen responded, although there were times he did. She was well aware that just because they slept together and had this odd friendship that Trevor wouldn't hesitate to punish her if the need arose. Even if she thought she could get away with it, she wouldn't push him, she didn't think he'd have any qualms with killing her for the right reason.

She sighed and nabbed the bottle from the table to take another swig before replacing it and draping her arm over her eyes. "This is why you should only sleep with me. I'm not stupid enough to let myself get knocked up."

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opportunist
2010-09-08 03:45 am UTC (link)

"Uh huh," Trevor eyed Gretchen doubtfully, taking the bottle back for another sip. He'd Gretch for a long time now and they'd been through more together than anyone else. He didn't for one moment believe she'd underestimate him like that, others might, but she was more aware than that.

"It's stupid," he agreed, shaking his head at Delaney's situation. "'Ow fucking 'ard is it to take a damn potion?"

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swashbuckley
2010-09-08 04:01 am UTC (link)

"I could kick your arse," Gretchen said after a moment, leaning back in the chair and slowly spinning it around so she could put her feet up on the desk. Knocking back the whiskey like she had done was a bad idea on an empty stomach. She hadn't quite reached a level of drunkenness where it'd be better for her to go home and sleep it off, but now that her rage was dissipating, another shot or two would probably send her that way. "Not now, cos I'm a little drunk, but another time. Any other time."

Sighing, Gretchen scrubbed her hand through her hair. "I have no idea. And after all the complaining she did about her brother? He was practically fully grown, too!" Shrugging, she rolled her head to the side and stared up at Trevor for a moment. "Why the hell did you shag her anyway? Was I busy or something?"

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opportunist
2010-09-08 04:29 am UTC (link)

"In your dreams," Trev rolled his eyes and took one more swig from the bottle before he recapped it, looking around unsteadily before he noticed the bag beside him and remembered why Gretch had gone out in the first place.

Digging out two take away containers, Trev grabbed a fork and started wolfing down his noodles. "You were...I don't know, do I? Doing something. Away," he gestured vaguely, his words muffled by the mouthful of food. "And she's easy, " he explained with a shrug. "Not complicated. Wasn't, anyway."

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swashbuckley
2010-09-08 04:59 am UTC (link)

Shaking her fist less than threateningly, Gretchen disagreed out loud, although in actuality she wouldn't want to be in any sort of situation where she was truly squared off against Trevor, because she was pretty sure she wouldn't be the one to walk away from it. "Any. Time."

The rustling of the takeaway bag perked Gretchen up and she dropped her feet to the ground, scooting closer to the desk and nabbing a pair of chopsticks. "You don't think she's gonna try and come after our gold?" she asked, dubiously, through a mouthful of noodles.

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	opportunist 2010-09-08 05:46 am UTC (link)
	"Maybe," Trev said, shoveling another bite into his mouth as soon as he'd swallowed the first. "She's got 'er own, even she's not that bloody stupid, don't know if she even knows 'ow much we 'ave..." he ticked off the variety of reasons that supported his doubt she'd be a real worry. "Well, and there's the it's not bloody mine part." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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