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Description: JENNAAAAH <3
Victor Andreani - August 24, 2008 02:20 AM (GMT)
Victor scoffed slightly as he looked at the bartender, a small smirk planted on his lips as he ordered for another dose of moonlight. Or whatever the name was, it resembled 'pinga', something he drank in Brazil, and with some lemon, it tasted incredible. But he wasn't really caring much for the taste, the drink had lots of alcohol and all he wanted tonight was the buzz. Some nights, and now weeks, had been passed only because of the numbness that took over his body and slowly creeped into his brain. His face had slowly left behind the smoothness of being daily shaved to a shabbiness that satisfied him, both because he thought it looked good and because it made him look older and that helped him enter bars.
Victor drank the drink slowly, thanking the bartender over-exaggeratedly as was his style, the alcohol playing the small smirk on his lips like a marionette, since he had never really been the one to sound, look, or feel cocky. He tugged onto his tie once more, loosening it a bit more, as he looked at his quite fine clothes, the tux-like coat making him look richer and more serious than he really was, and his black converse continued the nice little style that his really dark gray fedora had started, and the recently acquired cigarette between his lips did the final touch. Oaklanders in general would love how he looked, and therefore love who he was, he was convinced. Too bad he hated the city, once more. But he was way too afraid to go away once again. After all, he had stayed two years away, and everyone he knew had moved, or changed way too much. Not that he needed comforting or anything, he knew that even if he wasn't completely okay, he didn't really need, or want comforting. And I'm rambling, so yeah. shh.
Jennah Hamilton - August 24, 2008 02:41 AM (GMT)
Usually, Jennah wasn't much of a drinker. As of lately, on the other hand, Jennah had been drinking like a fish. Sobriety was fun and all, but when you've got problems in your life and they seem well near impossible to fix, one tends to forget all about how drinking can lead to alcoholism which can lead to rehab which can lead to the Hamilton parents slicing her into little tiny pieces out of spite, and instead focus on its lovely numbing effects. Her preferred drink tonight was an appletini - not all that alcoholic, but she was one of the biggest lightweights in existence and could probably get wasted off only a few rounds. She was a small girl, after all. The more petite you are, the less booze it takes to get you in the state of mind you want to be in.
Similarly, she was also dressed quite nicely. Then again, was that really surprising? Jennah was notoriously well-dressed at all times, the exceptions being few and rare, and tended to go a little overboard with her shopping when her life took a turn for the worse. As such, the size of her closet had lately doubled in size. Accomplishment of the century! Her wardrobe had been pretty gigantic to begin with. Now she had enough garments to clothe a small army. Tonight's apparel? A curvy red cocktail dress, three-inch heels, shoulder-length corkscrew curls and thick makeup, making her look more appropriate for a socialite-based party than a bar, but since there were no socialite-based parties going on tonight (or ever, considering she was in Oakland and socialites are allergic to places this dull), she settled on the latter option. And now I'm rambling too. But your rambles are interesting so don't worry! Keep them coming! I'll just read them all and smile, of course. I'm getting really off topic. Back to what was actually happening.
"Victor! Hey!" she exclaimed as soon as she saw him. What a coincidence! She slid herself slowly off her stool, clutching her drink in her hand as she maneuvered her way over to where he sat. Somehow, she didn't even stumble on her way there. Go, Jennah! "Wow, you look good. And coming from a girl that's just spent three thousand dollars on an online shopping spree, that's a huge compliment," she admitted with another sip, then added conversationally, "What brings you here tonight?"
Victor Andreani - August 24, 2008 03:03 AM (GMT)
For a guy, Victor wasn't really that tall. Of course he was taller than some men in Oakland, they all had the ability to be really short, but his 5'10 would make him easy to get drunk, if it wasn't a massive amount of muscle that all the random activities he had taken to take his mind off of himself over the years. But he still wasn't hard to get drunk, specially when he was determined to get there. His usual sense of fatalism towards life, that he hid well, had gotten absurdly obvious after his best friend had realized that he loved her more than in the pure way that Plato had idealized. Which kind of sucked, because she was now madly in love with this guy Victor had tried to hard to morph into over the years he had been away from her.
Funny how they were both into a bit of a crisis at the same time, though Victor's had already been happening for more than a month and a half, he had just recently realized how bad the situation was for him. He didn't want to stay, but at the same time he needed to. It was a weird feeling, and Victor was way too sensitive to handle it. So Jack Daniels, Mr. Jones, Walker all helped him up. The idea he had most difficulty accepting was that he had loved a whore, and wanted to change her for the best. And when he saw someone else had done it when he returned, he found her tainted. Victor had a strange masochistic instinct for feelings, he liked being hurt. && I love to ramble and read rambles, so good that you like to read them. It's hard for me to write without doing it.
"Oh, hey Jennah!"Victor turned to look to wherever the voice had come, recognizing it automatically. He had great hearing, and preferred recognizing voices than faces."Oh, thanks!"He said, smiling sincerely, before looking her up and down slightly suspiciously."I don't know if you're like that, but in movies, girls like you buy lots of clothes when they're feeling sad or guilty. But at least you look really good."He told her, unsure if he wanted to hear if there was anything wrong. Well, he did. He just was unsure he'd be of any help."I knew you were coming here, so I came here."Victor said sarcastically, winking at her and patting the stool next to him. "Sit down, let's talk. Like about how those heels will kill your back, with time."He said, looking at them, but knowing that they made women look really good. He was just concerned, that's all.
Jennah Hamilton - August 24, 2008 03:24 AM (GMT)
Admittedly, Victor's situation was probably worse than Jennah's. Most of the trouble with Jennah came in the form of extreme guilt, and since the boy she felt guilty over admitted to wanting to have nothing to do with her ever again, she would have to suck it up and eventually get over it. Jennah had never been one to linger on hopeless situations so hopefully that 'moving on' thing would happen soon. Hopefully. And the more appletinis she drank, the quicker it would come, that much she knew for certain. && I know the feeling; I've been rambling so much in my posts lately. I've also been trying to control it but if I don't let myself ramble, they end up being about two sentences long and I'm all "oh crap, well I might as well just type something"... and then I start rambling again. It's a neverending cycle.
"Girls like me?" she asked, her words coated in a slightly offended undertone. Okay, how many times had she been told the expression "girls like you" over the past week? Three times? Four? Jennah was one of those people that strived for originality, and she took little generalizations like that far too seriously... My god, there was something seriously wrong with her. She took another sip of her appletini and hoped any brain damange she might have had would randomly float away. Hah. Doubtful. "But, yes, you're either psychic or a very good guesser, because sadness and guilt have indeed become my best friends lately." All they needed were some friendship bracelets and they were set for life. Jennah, sadness and guilt = best trio ever! Together, they could take over all the liquor stores in Oakland. It's good to have a sense of humour about grief.
His explanation as to why he was here was very uplifting. Uh... sort of. "Stalker, much?" she asked playfully, the alcohol having meddled with her memory to the point where she didn't even remember feeling a little indignated just a few seconds ago. Jennah wasn't a naturally sad person, so she was still getting used to not being on top of the world for once. As for her shoes? "I know, I know. But they're so pretty! I can sacrifice my back for Nanette Lepore," she admitted with a cheery grin. Oh, that Nanette Lepore. She made everything better with her beautiful footwear, even if one day Jennah was going to need knee surgery from wearing it so often.
Victor Andreani - August 24, 2008 04:59 PM (GMT)
Victor had never really been okay, really, and people got shocked when he talked while he was drunk or so uncaring he didn't mind if people knew him the 'true him'. He hated drama and he did his best to avoid the chaos that his head tended to be to spread and make other people sad. In a way, he always cared about people and their opinion of him more than he cared about who he really was. He was unsure why he even was still in Oakland, it somewhat gave him relief or something. Probably because he could hate something other than his weakness. If you ever get tired of rambling, or reading my rambling, just shorten your posts. Do whatever you like, really. I don't want to tire you.
Victor took in the slightly offended nature of her tone and looked down at his feet in slight embarrassment."You know... rich girls that like to look really good."He muttered, hoping that she wouldn't take that as a bad thing. Sure he was bitter against rich people sometimes, but Jennah was a rich person that he liked."I just guessed based on what I know of you."Maybe it wasn't much, but Victor usually had a way to comprehend people that surprised even himself."Welcome to the club."He added gravely, lifting his shot glass with a grim smirk."What happened?"The usual tone of careness he had was numbed down just like his brain was, to a slightly slurred phrase. But he still wanted to know what was up, and if he could ever help her.
"If I was, I wouldn't be talking to you, would I?"Victor's tone was of a smartass, but he just sounded like a dumb half drunk guy. Pretty pathetic. "Nanette Lepore? Who the fuck is she? You gone lesbian now, that's why you're drinking?"Victor asked, his eyebrows arched to open his eyes slightly more, though it was a joke. Mostly, at least. He was curious and wanted to know what lead her to look like a socialite while being at a bar.
Jennah Hamilton - August 24, 2008 06:25 PM (GMT)
If she had it her way, Jennah wouldn't be in Oakland. She would be back in Los Angeles where persuing an acting career was a much easier thing to do, not to mention the people there weren't completely dramatic and the environment didn't put her to sleep. But you know how the saying goes: you can't always get what you want. Too bad, huh?
"Right," she said with a small nod of her head when he explained what he meant. She needed to learn to stop taking offense so easily, but it was kind of hard to do in her current mood. Hell, the world was just lucky she stopped moping around like a little kid who didn't get the toy they wanted. Instead, Jennah was out there dealing with her problems, albeit not very effectively because alcohol didn't really solve anything. When he asked what happened, she shrugged as though it was absolutely no big deal. "Oh, I just broke up with my boyfriend. Whatever, I'll get over it eventually," she explained nonchalantly, as though it didn't even bother her in the least. Don't you love being in denial? She then turned the question on Victor. "You?" she asked, gulping down some more of her drink.
His smartass tone was warming up her mood immensely. She even felt herself put on a little smile. "You're right. Why are you talking to me?" she asked playfully, smile growing. It dropped when he asked who Nanette Lepore was. Her eyes widened disbelievingly and she gave a quick giggle. "She's only the most amazing designer in existence!" Jennah explained. Yeah, she was kind of a brand whore. Ask her about Anna Sui, I dare you. The lesbian accusation, on the other hand, just made her laugh. "I don't think I could date her though. For one thing, I'm straight. For another, she's... like, forty. And also straight. And married." There were a million other reasons, like the fact that Nanette Lepore probably lived in Paris and Jennah would have to use every last one of her Hollywood connections just to meet the woman, but she decided not to ramble. Haha.
Victor Andreani - August 24, 2008 11:51 PM (GMT)
"No offense. You know I think you're great."Victor insisted with a feeble smile, just wanting her to know that he really did like her company. He didn't need yet another person to be trying to get away from him, or someone he was too embarrassed to be around with. Awkwardness was one of Victor's hugest traits, so being around with someone that he thought he had offended would be complicated."At least he didn't break up with you?"Victor suggested, trying to make the situation seem a little better than it could be. Though he usually preferred to think that his situation was the worst possible. He liked moping around, it was something that oddly comforted him."I..."He took a quick gulp of his drink to give him courage."I finally let my best friend know that I've been insanely in love with her for almost three years."He shrugged his shoulders, trying to imitate her uncaring tone, but his voice choked at the 'insanely' part, and he just shook his head, trying to hide away the gleam in his eyes. He didn't want to patronize himself, and of course Jennah had nothing to do with it, so why should she care? He didn't even want her to comfort him.
"Why, m'am. I want to take our relationship to the next level. And by that I mean steal all the glasses you've drunken from, and ask you to please chew on bubble gum and give it to me. And some strands of hair wouldn't be too bad."Victor joked, grinning widely at her."I'm sorry I'm not gay."He retorted, grumbling drunkingly since he really had no idea who she would be."Damn, there goes my fantasy!"He exclaimed, laughing a little too loud and then downing the rest of his drink."What do you plan on doing with your life now, Jennah?"He asked, concerned, with an absurd change of attitude that made obvious that he wasn't in his right sense of mind.
Jennah Hamilton - August 25, 2008 12:44 AM (GMT)
That was a good point: At least he didn't break up with her. Well, to be honest, he would have broken up with her had she not done it first. It wasn't his fault things were rocky between them. It was entirely Jennah, as per usual, that went and screwed things up. What else is new? She was a magnet for trouble, apparently. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I thought we'd be together forever, and then this happens..." she said, betraying for a second the "no emotion" approach she was taking to this situation. She had to stop for a moment and remind herself: he doesn't care anymore and neither should you. It was a little easier said (err, technically, thought) than done. Onto Victor's troubles. "Oh. Well, judging by your tone, I'm guessing things didn't work out." she said with a ginger nod of her head. She felt for him, really, but she didn't know whether or not to ask further. He looked pretty choked up about it within those few words. Had Jennah not been an actress by profession and also by nature, she probably would've been acting the same way. "Love needs to stop torturing everyone," she declared. Amen to that!
Okay, here comes the happier conversation: "You shouldn't have told me that. Now I might have to call the police," she joked. Nah, she wasn't going to call the police. Unless he actually went through with his threats, in which case she might have to. When he apologized for not being gay, she chuckled. "You don't have to be gay to like fashion! I should lend you one of my issues of Vogue. Not knowing Nanette Lepore is a sin," she said with a decisive little smile. A fashion sin, that is. She was quite popular, you know. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned it being "his fantasy" "I don't get why guys are turned on by lesbians. It boggles my mind," she said, not referring to him in specific, but just to men in general. It was weird to her. Then again, she was a girl, so she had no idea about these things. That's about when he asked what she was planning on doing with her life now. Uh... nothing? But that didn't seem like a very good answer. "I..." she began. Then she stopped. Then her drunken mind came up with a good solution. "I want to go to L.A." she said randomly, then turned to him. "Come with me, Victor? We can go right now!" And she wasn't even kidding.
Victor Andreani - August 25, 2008 06:03 PM (GMT)
Victor nodded slowly at what she said. At least she now sounded like she cared. He didn't want her to be hurt or anything, but at least some vulnerability didn't make her sound like a fucking robot."Things will work out, Jennah. You're way too good to be miserable."Those were the best words of comfort his drunk self could muster. At least he didn't hiccup while saying them, right?"Not a good result for me, no. I left Oakland to try to be a guy she could love, see?"Victor asked, gesturing to his face and then shaking his head, deciding to just spit it out. Maybe she'd get drunk and forget everything he said. "Because she said she didn't believe in 'the L word'. And I come back and she's in love with this other dude."He shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, not in the 'I don't care' way, it'd be an obvious lie. More in the 'what can I do?' one."Hear, hear."Victor agreed, raising his glass in a toast to what she said.
"Handcuffs? Never saw you as the kinky time!"Victor exclaimed, winking mock suggestively. "Being gay is too, so I'm going to Hell either way."he didn't really believe in Heaven and Hell anymore, even if he looked and acted the perfect opposite of an atheist."You see..."Victor started, then gave a chuckle that wouldn't be there if he hadn't down some alcohol."If I told you, I'd have to kill you. You'll find out the day you're a guy."In all honesty, they didn't turn him on that much. Maybe because he tended to go way more for personality than most guys did."I'll go with you if you're serious."Maybe he was a bit drunk, but he'd done a trip to Vegas with Nikkita, out of the blue. So why not?
Jennah Hamilton - August 25, 2008 08:10 PM (GMT)
Jennah showing emotion wasn't going to be a common occurence. She had never really been in touch with what she was feeling, but over the past few months she had opened up like a leaf... only to screw herself over and realize that maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much had she not let herself get so emotionally attached. A rookie mistake. "And you're way too sweet to be heartbroken," she said with a small smile. It didn't really make her feel better, but she was at least touched by his efforts. Jennah was never the type to look for pity. "Shit, boy. That's terrible. What are you going to do now?" she asked after hearing the explanation. It was official; Victor's problems were much worthier of discussion than Jennah's. Mostly, she just needed to get over herself.
"That's what they all say," she said with a playful wag of her brows. Hah, surprisingly, she had been told that before in full seriousness, even if Jennah didn't think of herself as kinky. Like at all. She could pass on the handcuffs, thanks. Oh, and then came more talk of hell: "No worries. I'll probably end up joining you there. We can roast marshmallows over the eternal fire," she said with a shrug. Jennah was a huge believer in both heaven and hell, and although she was determined to go up up up after death, she was currently in a stage of hating everything about herself so she randomly decided she belonged in hell, suffering eternal punishment. Bad girl, Jennah. What he said next shocked her. "What? The day I'm a guy? Sorry to get your hopes up, but I won't be getting any sex change operations any time soon," she declared. Yeah, no thanks. She liked being a female. As for the part about flying to Los Angeles, she was 100% serious. She took the opportunity to jump to her feet (still not falling over; that's a good sign) in momentary happiness. "Yes! And we can hit Hollywood Boulevard!" she suggested. It was highly overrated, in her opinion, but they could always take pictures with the people dressed as movie characters standing outside of Graumann's Chinese Theatre. Imagine - Jennah, Victor and some guy in an Edward Scissorhands costume. Epic photo!
Victor Andreani - August 25, 2008 11:17 PM (GMT)
Victor knew that usually most words couldn't help, but he at least tried. To him, some words of care meant a world. Thing was, he never really got any pity, or care, from other people. And he was extremely low maintainace. A call once a week or two was enough to raise his ego, and funny how the least you want the least you get. He returned the smile."Thanks."He wasn't sure what else to say, he'd just sound bitter and if someone was nice, he couldn't just insist on being negative."I told her I'm leaving, of course. And I seriously was going to, because she's way too...nice to me. It's hard to describe, but I liked her better when she treated me like shit."He paused, drinking some more and shrugging her shoulders."That was a month ago, and I'm still here. However, I think I'm leaving for good now, since I got a scholarship in another place so I don't have to go nostalgic all the time. I just wished I was the one that changed her."He muttered bitterly, twirling the glass between his hands, not feeling like saying her name out loud. He knew they were good friends, and that'd just make matters worse. He wasn't drunk enough for it.
Victor laughed softly, putting his hand on his knee so he didn't stumble forwards. He wasn't too bad, but he preferred to be safe than sorry."Sounds like a Hell of plan!'He exclaimed, winking hugely at her at his little pun. Such a genius with jokes, he was. Specially when drunk. Victor didn't think he deserved Hell, if he was to believe in Afterlife. "I meant...reincarnating!"He told her matter-of-factly, as if it was easier to reincarnate as a guy than to sex change into one."C'mon!"he said, quickly paying the bartender everything he owed and standing up. "Do we have to pack, or can we just buy overpriced clothes when we get there?"He preferred to just go while the excitedness still pumped his veins.
Jennah Hamilton - August 26, 2008 01:31 AM (GMT)
Although Jennah actually knew and liked the object of Victor's affections, she wasn't aware of who it was and didn't feel like prying very much - she knew that prying was annoying from recent experience - so she just labelled her "Desirable Mystery Chick" in her head and nodded to what he said. She then decided to try humoring him because humor was usually a good approach to easing a bad situation. "Hmm. Well, if it helps, I could treat you like shit and fill the void?" she suggested with a smile. Yeah... no. Jennah couldn't treat someone like Victor like shit. That's asking far too much. "No! You can't leave!" she found herself shouting suddenly. She couldn't help herself. She didn't like the idea of Victor being in some place that wasn't Oakland, where she couldn't bother him whenever she felt like it. Then she realized what she was saying and reconsidered. "Actually, just ignore me. A scholarship is an amazing thing. Good luck!" she added. If Jennah was given the opportunity to move back to her hometown Los Angeles, she would have to slap whoever felt like stopping her, except for maybe Spencer (she'd stay if he asked her to) but he hated her right now so whatever.
"Ha ha. You're so funny," she said, rolling her eyes, but keeping her smile fixed on her face. With all the appletinis going to her head, the pun actually made her spirits rise a little bit. You know you're buzzed when. "But that would require me to die! You don't want me to die, do you, Victor?" she asked pleadingly, doe-eyes widened with the utmost innocence. When packing was mentioned, she shook her head wildly. "We'll go on a shopping spree as soon as we get there," she said. To her, L.A. wasn't that overpriced, but maybe that's just because Jennah knew the L.A. Fashion District like the back of her hand. "Come. We'll take the Montgomery family jet," she said, then immediately began to fish out her cellphone to call up a few contacts that could get her access a private jet within a moment's notice. Ah, the perks of being a wealthy daddy's girl! I kid you not, they're pretty great, even if they come with their fair share of detriments 'cause life is no fairytale. All the while, she began to file towards the door, determined to get a cab or something to get them over to the aforementioned Montgomery family home.
Victor Andreani - August 26, 2008 10:55 PM (GMT)
Victor knew pretty well that they knew each other. After all, Nikkita had commented some times about her to him and all that in brief spasms of conversation. Thing was, the girl didn't even know he was still there, and telling Jennah could probably worsen the situation between them. She had always been a huge bitch and would slap him or throw her shoes at him, it had happened before. In a way he wished that it happened, but it was better that he felt like it had ended. He laughed at what she said. "I don't think you can ever be as mean as she is. But thanks for the offer."He grinned, liking the comic relief that had sprung. Victor's grin got a bit bigger when she shouted he couldn't go - it was a big ego boost to him, to see someone care."It is. It'll be the first day of the rest of my life, the day I leave here for good."he raised his glass in cheers once more, though it wasn't properly a toast with her, and drank it down.
"I am to star on the 'Victor Andreani show'."Victor replied sarcastically, though he knew that his sense of humor would never satisfy the masses. He was way too underground!"Of course not! Though roasting marshmallows in hell sounds nice."He grumbled, not being at all serious."Oh yes, I love their jet. The..."He paused to try to come up with a classy rich person name."Hiltons' jet ain't neaaaaarly as nice."He really didn't expect a jet. Just a comercial flight and all that, but then again, he had forgotten that Jennah was as rich as she was. Victor saw her moving towards the door, and pressed his fedora to his head as he quickly sprinted after her.
Jennah Hamilton - August 26, 2008 11:42 PM (GMT)
Thanks to Victor's description of this girl, Jennah wasn't thinking very highly of her. But when he said Jennah couldn't ever be as mean as she was, the brunette felt herself want to laugh at the thought. "Oh, you'd be surprised what I'm capable of," Jennah told him, thinking back to the reason why she was here drinking martini after martini in the first place. Maybe it hadn't been her intention, but she had ended up doing some pretty shitty things recently and they definitely weren't "nice". Ahem. "But Viiiiictor, are you suuuuure?" she whined against her better judgement. Yeah, maybe it was a bit greedy of her to want to stop him from claiming his scholarship and leaving boring old Oakland, but she really didn't want to let go of one of the few people she had left in her life that she actually trusted, much less at such an inopportune time. "What would it take to get you to stay?" she asked, sweet expression on her face. There had to be something he wanted that she could get him, right? Right?
The Victor Andreani Show? "Which is probably why nobody watches it," she joked, giving his arm a playful squeeze as she continued to mosh towards the exit. Since when were bars this crowded? "There are other places to roast marshmallows, you know," she commented. She would avoid hell for as long as possible, thank you very much. Preferably forever, but judging by the way things were going lately... "It's decent," she said about the jet with a shrug. To her, it was a staple of everyday life to have these kinds of things available with a snap of her fingers. Which reminded her: they needed to get a cab or a car or something because she wasn't walking all the way to the helipad. Thanks but no thanks.
Victor Andreani - August 27, 2008 08:08 PM (GMT)
"Indeed, and you'd be surprised at what she's capable of, just to make you know how mean she is."Victor shrugged, doubting he'd be surprised by anything Jennah did, though he would be slightly revolted at the that she had done it. He was tired of people trying to be the worse they could be just to prove their point. Probably, if everyone was like him, the world would be a more boring place, sure, but a way more peaceful. Self denial for the greater good was something everyone needed to have, if only a little bit. "Not really, no."He said, knowing that he was letting emotions cloud up his decision. If he used his brains, he would be away from the place before more damage to himself was done."I can't stay."Victor knew one thing; he wasn't proud, he wasn't selfish, but he had some pride in him. He had humiliated himself and had said he was leaving. And he was too proud and too honest not to do it.
"No, the reason is that it's too cool for all 'em fools."Victor sang, pushing people aside in a not-so-nice way, showing how drunk he was. It was pretty easy for him, he was basically just muscle."I've never been in a jet."He said, taking out his cellphone and calling the cab company that he was used to calling whenever he was drunk, because well, he was too impatient to wait for a cab to show up. "He'll be right here."He informed Jennah, pocketing his cell and allowing his hand to stay in the pocket.
Jennah Hamilton - August 27, 2008 08:47 PM (GMT)
Whatever feelings of disgust other people might have had for Jennah when she told them what she did - not that too many people were disgusted with her because she had only told one person so far, and that was Spencer himself; clearly this entire experience brought up a hell of a lot of trust issues - she felt it twenty times stronger for herself. So what do you do when you realize you're a terrible person and deserve to be served to a horde of angry cannibals? Why, you get drunk, of course! And then you try to move on with your life, but she hadn't quite reached that stage yet. Actually, she was still in denial so that stage wouldn't come for a long time. "If she's so bad, why do you put up with her, babe?" Jennah asked, because from recent experience, she was under the impression that hurtful people were un-put-up-with-able. "Please? I'll..." she began, trying to think of some incentive for him to stay. "...I'll buy you a pony!" Yeah, she really couldn't think of anything, but there had to be something, right? She would just have to hope she'd be able to drag it out of him sometime between now and the end of the L.A. trip. Speaking of which:
"They're very noisy and kind of cramped," she explained about the jets. Jennah wasn't a frequent flier or anything - she had only been out of the country twice in her life, once when she was eight during her trip to Paris, and the second time earlier this year to go to Italy with some friends - but she was fairly experienced with jets. "Okay, until he gets here, let's talk about how you can't leave me or I'll strangle you," she said. In the end, she'd let him go (grudgingly) because what's best for him mattered more than her inability to part with people she cared about, but she was going to try to coax him out of it anyway.
Victor Andreani - August 29, 2008 11:04 PM (GMT)
Victor was unsure what he felt for himself, he was almost comfortably numb in that sense, he relally didn't have any images of himself at the moment. "You've never really loved a person, Jennah."He informed, staring at her for a moment or two, unsure if that was true or not, but he was guessing not."You like people for their virtues and love them for their flaws. Even the bad stuff about her shines like diamonds, to me."He knew he was probably getting a bit too romantic, but he was merely saying theory out loud. "Thanks, it means a lot, seriously. But I'll just be a fucking pain in the ass and you'll have to take care of my lame self."He told her, smirking as if it was a funny joke and not the cold hard truth.
"They aren't like in the movies! They're spaceful and comfortable and with hot women and good champagne."Victor knew not to believe in movies, he was just mock arguing."Alright! That's a nice subject, though sometimes I prefer to talk about the weather."He said, pocking her for no reason."You should leave this town with me. We'd find special people and get married and you'd be famous and I'd tattoo your name on guy's asses because they'll love you so much."He rambled, grinning feebly at her.
Jennah Hamilton - September 1, 2008 04:01 AM (GMT)
You've never really loved a person. Well then. That's... uh... not what she was expecting to hear come out of his mouth, to say the least. A small part of her wanted to argue that fact, tell him she had loved a person... wait, shit, no, she did love a person (still, unfortunately), but maybe he was right. Maybe it wasn't love. It could have been something else and she was just convincing herself it was love because she didn't know what the real thing was. Perfectionist Jennah had never been the type to adore someone for their flaws, that was for sure, so she just let the comment slide. It was too early after the breakup to be able to tell him for sure. "Um, wow. You should write a book on this," she suggested with a wry smile. Time to change the topic? Yes, let's do that! "I don't mind taking care of you, promise. And you won't be a pain in the ass!" she exclaimed. Anything to get him to stay. Her pony offer still stood.
"Well, I'm a hot woman and even if they had champagne, I wouldn't let you have it," she explained, not even knowing whether she was defending jets or chastising them. A drunken mix of both, it seemed. Now, her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets (I'm exaggerating; in actuality, she just widened her eyes a bit) when he mentioned she should leave town with him. She thought it over. "That's a sorely tempting offer, Victor. You have no idea how badly I want to get the fuck out of Oakland right now," she explained. That's a nice way of putting it, eh? "But I can't." True story.