Post by Shelby on Feb 28, 2016 8:03:50 GMT -5
When he said that he was stronger than he looked, Chardonnay tilted her head and looked at him, having to peer through the strands of hair that fell in front of her face that she made no move to move out the way. She blinked her eyes, looking at his facial features, thinking that, again there may be more than one of him, but then her eyes went down to his arms again. No, still thin. She didn't know whether or not Andrew was strong, or if he was just large, but how could he kick someone's ass who was smaller than the other person? And why would he even want to do that for her in the first place?
She didn't ponder on the last thought very long. If floated through her mind for a second before wading out into the recesses of her mind where it eventually disappeared from sight. She blinked her eyes again and then turned her head to rest her forehead in her arms. The counter under her was dark. Cold too, but it felt good. Was she a little too warm right now, or was that just a part of her imagination, too? She thought about taking her shirt off, thinking that that would cool her down, but she didn't feel like moving so she made no move to. Maybe if she moved her hair she wouldn't feel so hot too, but, just like with the shirt, she was too lazy to move. She felt lethargic, and she could barely comprehend the words that Arthur spoke. She shook her head again and breathed out a sigh, sounding more frustrated now, but it was only for a second until her voice came back out, smaller, more vulnerable. "You don have to... Don want you hurt." Along with the vulnerability, her voice was muffled, too. "Or... Worse." But what could be worse? He could go to jail for beating the guy, if he was able to, right? And then what would she do about that? Bail him out, right? But then what would her parents say if she had to bail someone out, how would she explain that?
"No give him... Or anyone, anything. Privacy," she slurred over the last word with another sigh. "Nothing... No one. No trust." There was silence again as Chardonnay felt herself start to drift off, the lull and pleasant buzz of the alcohol catching up to her now. She yawned, wanted to get up from the chair, but she was too lazy to. She didn't know if she'd be able to stand anyway, not with the way that even the counter was now beginning to swirl. When did the counter learn to dance like that? It danced better than her, she thought. But then Arthur spoke again and it brought her mind back to the present. Sort of. She blinked her eyes in the darkness of the cocoon she had created for herself with her arms and shook her had. He didn't understand. Maybe. He didn't think she was pathetic? Well, she thought she was. "No one else... Thins I put work into it. Only Dad, but he didn't. But no one believes me. Too much like him. Can't... Get away from that. Don know how. Don know wha to do. How to prove 'mself." She grew anger when she spoke, frustrated. But then her voice calmed down and she sighed. "'M tired..."
She didn't ponder on the last thought very long. If floated through her mind for a second before wading out into the recesses of her mind where it eventually disappeared from sight. She blinked her eyes again and then turned her head to rest her forehead in her arms. The counter under her was dark. Cold too, but it felt good. Was she a little too warm right now, or was that just a part of her imagination, too? She thought about taking her shirt off, thinking that that would cool her down, but she didn't feel like moving so she made no move to. Maybe if she moved her hair she wouldn't feel so hot too, but, just like with the shirt, she was too lazy to move. She felt lethargic, and she could barely comprehend the words that Arthur spoke. She shook her head again and breathed out a sigh, sounding more frustrated now, but it was only for a second until her voice came back out, smaller, more vulnerable. "You don have to... Don want you hurt." Along with the vulnerability, her voice was muffled, too. "Or... Worse." But what could be worse? He could go to jail for beating the guy, if he was able to, right? And then what would she do about that? Bail him out, right? But then what would her parents say if she had to bail someone out, how would she explain that?
"No give him... Or anyone, anything. Privacy," she slurred over the last word with another sigh. "Nothing... No one. No trust." There was silence again as Chardonnay felt herself start to drift off, the lull and pleasant buzz of the alcohol catching up to her now. She yawned, wanted to get up from the chair, but she was too lazy to. She didn't know if she'd be able to stand anyway, not with the way that even the counter was now beginning to swirl. When did the counter learn to dance like that? It danced better than her, she thought. But then Arthur spoke again and it brought her mind back to the present. Sort of. She blinked her eyes in the darkness of the cocoon she had created for herself with her arms and shook her had. He didn't understand. Maybe. He didn't think she was pathetic? Well, she thought she was. "No one else... Thins I put work into it. Only Dad, but he didn't. But no one believes me. Too much like him. Can't... Get away from that. Don know how. Don know wha to do. How to prove 'mself." She grew anger when she spoke, frustrated. But then her voice calmed down and she sighed. "'M tired..."