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Post by Jules on Jul 28, 2008 0:26:59 GMT -5
It was still smarting---all of it. He was still in a huge mess that he saw no end too. But he was sick of being sick. Tired of being melodramatic and sorry for himself and so David had decided to Go Out.
He didn't look too good. He had lost weight abruptly, which drew out a skeletal quality in his face and limbs. His clothing was rumpled, his shirt untucked, his hair disheveled and he smelled faintly of alchohol even though (at the moment) he wasn't drunk.
If he wasn't such a regular and if they weren't having some trouble drumming up business after the fire, the Gaia would've probably refused him entrance. Now the current patrons took his presence as further proof of the degrading standards.
David ignored them and dumped himself in a seat, ordering some tea. He was out, this was good, this was healthy. But when his tea arrived he could not help wishing it was something stronger.
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 28, 2008 19:40:12 GMT -5
She entered the Gaia with the air of a rockstar-- dark shades, bright lipstick, all-black sun-proof ensemble, and an entourage. Surrounded by a group of pretty, rich, and fairly unintelligent-looking girls, Genevieve gossiped and giggled and showed every sign of enjoying herself. Suddenly, the girls around her gave a collective delighted squeal as the newest male model for Dreamland’s most popular fashion line strut past the group. There was sudden mass hysteria as one of the girls was ‘dared’ to go talk to him.
“NO WAY! I CAN’T GO TALK TO HIM ALONE!” “SURE YOU CAN!” “YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL HE’LL DEFINITELY TALK TO YOU!” “NO, NO! I CAN’T!” “OKAY, WE’LL GO WITH YOU!” “YEAH FOR MORAL SUPPORT!” “YAY!!!!”
“Well ladies,” Genn interrupted loudly (even then, it was barely audible over the squeaks of girlish joy), “I think I’m going to have a sit down, I’m a little woozy from the sunlight, you know how it is.” Before the throng of debutantes could screech protest at her, Genevieve retreated to the safety of the next room and seated herself next to some guy who seemed to have the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. Actually…he seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place from where she knew him.
“Do you mind if I sit here?”
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Post by Jules on Jul 28, 2008 21:57:05 GMT -5
David looked up, reminding himself over and over that he wasn't supposed to be depressed anymore. The girl was gorgeous (perhaps not as gorgeous as a certain someone...) and he should of felt flattered that she wanted to sit with him. Except he couldn't feel much towards her at all that didn't step outside the boundaries of friendship, even though she looked only vaguely familiar.
"Sure. Would you like some tea? I'm David Kingsbey." He held out his hand to her, a unisex kind of gesture.
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 28, 2008 22:43:09 GMT -5
Genn took off and was folding up her ultra-dark glasses and stowing them in her purse when David introduced himself. As soon as the name hit her ears, her rather blasé expression was replaced with one of absolute shock. It was the boy Samantha knocked boots with!
She quickly schooled her face back into a pleasant and socially acceptable smile, hoping he didn’t notice her rude initial shock. “Oh! We met at the Masquerade.” She shook his hand, hoping that if she acted pleasant enough, her earlier fax-pas would be covered up. “I’m Genevieve Ira. We didn’t hit it off so well last time. I’m sure this time will be better.” Really, she was too forgiving to be an Ira. Sometimes, she wondered if she was the mailman’s baby. And if the mailman was a Dream.
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Post by Jules on Jul 28, 2008 22:59:10 GMT -5
David cringed a little at the memory of him stalking away after calling them harpies or something. "I-uhhh." Was about as articulate as he got. He was staring at her in what was a probably socially unacceptable manner, mouth slightly agape and a wince still crinkling his eyes.
He gave a crooked, slightly broken little smile and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in an attempt to wipe away the uncouth expression. "Ahahaaa...Sorry about that." He gave a little shrug of his shoulders, to shake it off. What was his problem anyways? Be social David. Be your usual charming self. He turned up the friendliness as high as he could and offered Gen a stronger grin.
"I do remember you. Not quite the harpy I think I called you. Don't know what got into me that night. How've you been?"
That was a lie. He knew exactly who had gotten into him that night.
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 28, 2008 23:55:55 GMT -5
“Oh, that’s all right. Miss Cross and I really need to watch where we gossip. We’re likely to hurt someone’s feelings.” Genn smiled at the waiter who brought her a sparkling water with lemon (she was a regular AND the Princess. They knew her ‘regular’.) “And really, I can be quite the harpy. Ask my brothers. They’ll tell you. I can get pretty fierce on occasion.”
Her curiosity was screaming at her. ”Ask him what went down with Samantha!” But that was rude! You didn’t just go up to someone and ask ‘So, what exactly led you to sleep with my dear friend and why are you being such a weirdo now?’
So, she bit her lip and settled on a polite and politically correct, “I’m doing well. How about you? You look a little tired, I hope you’re not coming down with something.”
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Post by Jules on Jul 29, 2008 0:02:27 GMT -5
"It still wasn't right of me." He offered, fully ready to stop mentioning it now. To further this endeavor, David delved into the new topic of his apparent lack of health.
"I've been a bit of a mess." He answered truthfully. Here was Samantha's friend. He wasn't going to pass up a golden opportunity like this. He might never see or talk to her again, but that didn't mean he wouldn't like to hear about her.
"But I'm getting back on my feet." Liar. "Kind of."
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 30, 2008 1:14:12 GMT -5
“Ooooh! What happened?” Genn cooed, in her least-snooping, most-caring voice. ‘Snooping with a smile’, she liked to think of it. Really, he basically just gave her an open invitation to pry. And this was for the sake of her Dear Samantha! Maybe she could report back to her friend on why David had been avoiding her like a bad haircut since their last…encounter.
“I’m glad you’re recuperating. Is there anything I can do to help? Anything you need to get off your chest? Sometimes people who are basically strangers can give the best advice, since they’re so detached from the situation, you know.” Oh. That Genevieve is a sly one.
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Post by Jules on Jul 30, 2008 1:30:58 GMT -5
David looked at her for a moment, but perhaps not with the same social awkward quality to it as before. Stranger? Wasn't she like best friends with Samantha? But the idea of unloading his woes to someone was appealing, and besides, he didn't have to mention names.
"Well, I was very into this girl.....Rose. And err, my friend liked Rose." He started and then stopped because this story really was quite complicated and maybe she didn't know what she was getting into and he should probably, as a generally Good Person, warn her.
"You have...time, right?'
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 30, 2008 1:40:44 GMT -5
Rose? Ha! Genevieve had to cover her mouth in a faux-thoughtful expression to keep from a knowing smile.
“I have so much time. The girls I came here with are pursuing a male model, who I happen to know is gay, but not out of the closet. They’ll be at it all day.”
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Post by Jules on Jul 30, 2008 21:09:16 GMT -5
David coughed a little because it was rude to laugh at her friends. He focused down on his tea a moment and shook out his hand as though it were sore or something. "Okay so, I'm the dream of a best friend, right? So before....Rose, I was never really even able to be attracted to a girl. I didn't feel anything for them, or guys, by the way." He looked back up at her and made a little frown.
"Is it weird to be telling you all this?" He had never really been the one to confess to anyone, he was the one who always heard the confessions, the one who always offered his shoulder. It was kind of nice for a change, to see the other side of the coin.
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 30, 2008 23:07:16 GMT -5
She stared, rather impolitely at him for a second. “You’ve never had a crush before Sa—“ Genn gave a fairly convincing fake sneeze. Dear Morpheus, that was a close one! “Ooh, pardon me. Never even a little crush before Rose?” That was so strange to The Princess, who had been completely love-obsessed since she was a little girl. It seemed impossible.
“Hm? Oh, no. I don’t think it’s weird. I mean, it’s not like I’m some person you found on the street. We have mutual friends, and…I sat down next to you.” Genn sounded too eager. She was too interested in his story to be an ‘impartial observer’. Better correct that, Genevive. “If you feel awkward, don’t feel obliged to continue. I’m only here to help you.”
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Post by Jules on Jul 30, 2008 23:31:57 GMT -5
She had an odd sneeze, but it was in his nature to be suspicious. He only smiled. "Alright then."
David rolled his shoulders in preparation and began. He described at length the first meeting at the Gaia, the tickling sensation in his nose, the tearful visit, and the progressing realization that he was desperately, and for the first time attracted to.....Rose. He talked about the ball, of course, why he'd been so angry and lastly (and vaguely) the whole sleeping together bit and then the aftermath.
"And I can't see her again because I have to be a good friend. I can't not be a good friend. And seeing her again...." He sighed and dropped his face in his hands. So much for being Not Sorry for himself.
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Post by Princess Katie on Jul 31, 2008 0:35:06 GMT -5
Genevieve listened with every ounce of attention that she had. She was a sucker for obtaining gossip. This was better than any dramatic soap opera love story. Gavin was into Samantha? Genn frowned, that was a bit of a disappointment. She liked him, but no matter. This was for Samantha’s sake, not hers.
She briefly contemplated asking David if he had any paper or a Postal Pen so she could write Samantha immediately, so all the details would be fresh, but her sense of decorum wouldn’t allow it. Instead, she rubbed her hand on his shoulders and tried her best to be genuinely comforting. “I…um, don’t know what to say.” She paused and thought for a minute. “Have you talked to your friend about this? Sure you’re being a fabulous friend, but, I think friendship should have a little more compromise in it. Besides, if you like Rose so much, I’m Gavin can get over it, maybe find someone else."
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Post by Jules on Jul 31, 2008 0:46:36 GMT -5
"I did. He punched me in the face." David looked away, he wasn't going to share with her his rather pathetic attempt to kill himself. He didn't need her to know he was that torn up over it.
"But I mean, I went behind his back and slept with a girl he liked after I said nothing could happen between us. He kind of had the right..."
David trailed off and thought. Surely there were more fish in the water for Gavin then there were for him. Clearly, in fact, there was only one fish so far. But that door had closed already.
"No. It's not that simple. I'm no longer....physically attracted to Rose. I really, really, want to be, wish I was. But it wouldn't be being a good friend. Therefore I can't." He sighed, dejected.
"I need a drink."
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