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Lapis Lazuli #4, True Blue #10
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Rude
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Lapis Lazuli #4. yarn, True Blue #10. I was up all night with a sick friend.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 5: Village Stage), tapestry (True Blue + novelty beads), canvas, seed beads, novelty beads
Word Count: 384
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Evan, Cecily
Warnings: Drinking and swearing.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Evan is Mariko's father, for those who don't know/remember. Last Lapis Lazuli!
"It's like the last two years don't mean anything!" Cecily said, for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes, the bottle of tequila still dangling from her hand.
"I know," Evan said, also for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes, from where he was sprawled on her dorm room floor, not totally sober but way closer to it than his best friend.
"But no, he wants to split up, so he can focus on exams and get into law school or whatever, sure, fine, I get it, it's not like I didn't study with him and make out with him and fuck him and keep him happy so he could get this far."
"He's an ungrateful bastard," Evan agreed, sitting up and snagging the bottle so he could take another drink.
"And--and--he doesn't even wait two fucking weeks before he's got fucking Melissa and her fucking perfect hair and her fucking ugly scarf sitting in his lap while they share a plate of fucking chips!"
"Her ugly scarf?"
She swatted at him, missed by a mile, overbalanced, and landed on the rug next to him. "Ow."
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, s'fine. And you're supposed to be on my side here."
"You're right," he said. "Sorry, Melissa's scarf is the ugliest fucking thing I've ever seen. Who knits with hot pink yarn anyway. There's no accounting for taste."
"Ugh, obviously." She flopped next to him took the bottle back. "...it's just...it's fucking rude is what it is."
"Yep."
"Two fucking weeks!"
"Way too soon."
"Are we out of tequila?"
"Not yet."
"Good." She sighed, and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thanks."
"Always," he said. "...my offer to beat him up still stands, y'know."
She giggled. "Evan, I love you, you're basically my brother at this point because making out with you that one time was weird--"
"So fucking weird."
"--but you are a math major and he would kill you."
"Rude," he said.
"Sorry," she said, and kissed his cheek. "...but seriously, the two damn years we were together didn't mean anything to him?"
"Fuck him," Evan agreed, leaning his head against hers and snagging the bottle back. She'd probably be at this for at least another hour before she passed out, but hey. That's what best friends were for.
Story: Rude
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Lapis Lazuli #4. yarn, True Blue #10. I was up all night with a sick friend.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 5: Village Stage), tapestry (True Blue + novelty beads), canvas, seed beads, novelty beads
Word Count: 384
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Evan, Cecily
Warnings: Drinking and swearing.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Evan is Mariko's father, for those who don't know/remember. Last Lapis Lazuli!
"It's like the last two years don't mean anything!" Cecily said, for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes, the bottle of tequila still dangling from her hand.
"I know," Evan said, also for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes, from where he was sprawled on her dorm room floor, not totally sober but way closer to it than his best friend.
"But no, he wants to split up, so he can focus on exams and get into law school or whatever, sure, fine, I get it, it's not like I didn't study with him and make out with him and fuck him and keep him happy so he could get this far."
"He's an ungrateful bastard," Evan agreed, sitting up and snagging the bottle so he could take another drink.
"And--and--he doesn't even wait two fucking weeks before he's got fucking Melissa and her fucking perfect hair and her fucking ugly scarf sitting in his lap while they share a plate of fucking chips!"
"Her ugly scarf?"
She swatted at him, missed by a mile, overbalanced, and landed on the rug next to him. "Ow."
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, s'fine. And you're supposed to be on my side here."
"You're right," he said. "Sorry, Melissa's scarf is the ugliest fucking thing I've ever seen. Who knits with hot pink yarn anyway. There's no accounting for taste."
"Ugh, obviously." She flopped next to him took the bottle back. "...it's just...it's fucking rude is what it is."
"Yep."
"Two fucking weeks!"
"Way too soon."
"Are we out of tequila?"
"Not yet."
"Good." She sighed, and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thanks."
"Always," he said. "...my offer to beat him up still stands, y'know."
She giggled. "Evan, I love you, you're basically my brother at this point because making out with you that one time was weird--"
"So fucking weird."
"--but you are a math major and he would kill you."
"Rude," he said.
"Sorry," she said, and kissed his cheek. "...but seriously, the two damn years we were together didn't mean anything to him?"
"Fuck him," Evan agreed, leaning his head against hers and snagging the bottle back. She'd probably be at this for at least another hour before she passed out, but hey. That's what best friends were for.
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