oh, shoot

🐍

Marissa gave her an approving nod back, waving to the bartender to make it two. Viper had a soft spot for Delilah. It really wasn’t that long ago that she’d swooped into her life offering up a chance to do something about the shit that had happened. Even if she’d said no, Marissa still had a house lined up in Havensdale for her and the kid— not that she was ever about to admit that little tidbit. Better to let ‘em say ‘yes’ first.

At Delilah’s comment, Marissa let out a bark of a laugh. “I like that. Happy to confirm we don’t actually live inside the school and if we did, I probably would have murdered Q by now-,” she grinned, tipping her glass in Delilah’s direction. Truer words. She might still if her hunch worked out. “How’s the whole homemaker thing working out for ya?”

🖤

Delilah owed a lot to Marissa, both of the Fisher sisters did. The other woman had shown up in the midst of their grief and thrown them a lifeline, a stable home for Blair, a job for Delilah with the ability to pay her bills and get revenge.

“We can’t have anyone murdering Q, not even you. Then who will give us fancy toys to break?“ Delilah said with a grin and tipped her glass in return. “It’s...getting easier. Kind of. I still feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Of all the insignificant dumps in the world, the apocalypse just had to be taking place in this one. Seriously— how much tulle did one town need? Marissa could hardly stomach the cutesy wootsy shit that was going on in Havensdale already. Prom night. Fucking hell. She hoped the rain had half drowned ‘em by now (it had certainly tried its best with her). Salvation came in the form of some dive bar (although, it was still too damn cutesy wootsy) called Franks’. Marissa made sure to linger at the front door she pushed open loudly, making some very unnecessary eye contact with whoever looked her way. She didn’t know if she wanted to kill someone, kiss ‘em or set the place on fire.

“Whiskey, top shelf. None of that ice shit and keep ‘em coming,” she nodded at the bartender, side-eyeing the person beside her, “And what about you?” @havensdalestarters​

Lyndsy’s had been nice. But nothing was better than a seat at her favorite, beloved, Frank’s. It was even better nursing a glass of whiskey and giving her practiced Delilah Fisher Death Glare (trademark pending) to anyone who tried to sit next to her.

Of course, said death glare all but vanished when she saw who had sat down beside her, but thankfully she managed to avoid choking on the last sip of her drink.

“Uh, same.” she said with a small nod.

“This reminds me of what it felt like seeing my teachers outside of school.”

Oh, this wine is amazing. Like, really amazing. As in, you have to have a sip. Or a glass. Maybe two glasses? I mean, we need to stay inside because of the rain.

               Oh. Thank you. It’s Charlotte, right?

- ‘Mom’ friends. She just needs someone to talk to when Blair is being a  moody teenager but also preferably someone ‘cool’

- A work out buddy or two, but be warned she’s competitive af

Oh. Oh no. My hair. I forgot that I had hair. What hairstyle do you even do with a strapless dress? This whole thing is stupid.

                    How do you forget that you have hair? Wha--?

No, Del, you can’t. Please don’t. If you die, I will literally run away from home, I’m not even kidding.

                      Relax, B. I said no. As fun as embarrassing you sounds, it’s not even worth having to endure the torture that is chaperoning a high school prom.

                         Really? Not even for one hour or maybe two? I swear it’s not as awful as you think is. No one’s gonna make you do the Cha-Cha Slide with the rest of the kids and you can get first dibs on the good snacks. It’s all very exciting. [ Sighs ] Uh, yeah I don’t think I’m doing a very god job of selling this position.

                               Nope. In fact just so I can’t be guilted into it I’ve volunteered to work over time that night on the huge backlog of paperwork in the department. No Cha Cha Slide for me. Hopefully ever. Plus I think Blair would run away from home or something if I even considered it.

I know exactly what you mean. And yet–[makes vague motion-y gestures] somehow prom takes us all. Do you have kids? That’s usually how they get you. I never knew the public school system involved so much guilting until I grew up and started dealing with it myself.

               I’ve made it my mission to not fall victim to prom if i can possibly help it in any way. I do, but I don’t- I’m my younger sisters legal guardian, it’s complicated. I’d probably be less immune to the guilt if I actually had my own kids. What about you?

                  Nope. Honestly, Del. What else has to happen in this town before I get to start throwing punches.

                   You mean you’re not? I’m impressed by your restraint, Carm. Because y’know, you probably could just do it and everyone would look the other way.

                  Uh, yeah. It’s been one of those days.

                         At least I’m not the only one who feels like they’ve been sucked into some weird time warp.

No, it’s not….Look, it’s not Tuesday [pulls out his phone and shows her the calendar app on his phone]. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, I hope you didn’t have anything important scheduled.

                                 Damn it. No, nothing too important. It’s just disorientating, y’know, especially after that weird dream last night, but you don’t need to hear about that. Thanks-- [realizing she doesn’t know his name] uh?

                  What a mood. I really, truly do not know. But I’ve been preeeetty fucked lately so- Sh. Why? You got somewhere you need to be, Gorgeous?

                           I’m glad someone relates. I wish I could say the same, but insomnia does the same in a pinch. ‘S just less fun. Aside from work, nope. But I’ve probably screwed up Blair’s schedule irreparably. [shrugs]

Del? Are you okay? Not to worry you, but if you can’t tell the days of the week, I think you won’t be considered a ‘suitable’ guardian or whatever.

                                  If I were you I’d be thankful we even have food in the house. Or a house at all. I’m trying, okay.