what do you know about normal?

Violet Parr || Twenty-Four || Receptionist || Bisexual || Magical

“I think no. It’s more fun when you don’t know how much I’ve had. It’s like a game that way. You have to guess.” Cassandra giggled a bit. “Nothing wrong with my eyes though. I have twenty-twenty vision.” Cass couldn’t help but feel flattered at being called hot. It wasn’t something she heard often unless she was battling off useless, drunk men in a bar. Things like hey hottie, or c’mere, hot stuff. Those thoughts were the last thing on her mind though. Right now all she was focused on were Violet’s lips. Her eyes went to the other woman’s then back to her lips before leaning forward and lightly brushing her lips against Violet’s. “I would take you up on that offer.”·

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“I see,…..” Violet began, now full-blown smirking at Cassandra. “I can already guess that five is likely the more accurate number since you aren’t nearly this talkative on a general basis.” She commented. She was into it though. Seeing Cassandra this way was a rare sight to be seen, and there was a part of her that was enjoying the fact that she was the one getting to see it. As her friend gazed down on her lips before reverting her eyes back onto Violet’s, leaning in so close that their lips were already close to touching, the ravenette tilted her head and stared at her friend expectantly. “…….Well?”·

Wendy couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s compliments, but she could tell that something was off with her. Violet always came right out and said what she needed to say, but tonight, she was holding something back. She was far too cheerful for someone who had left their bed and rushed over. “Well, they’re no magic cookies, but I try to put as much love and care into them as I can,” she said with a smile, sitting herself on the sofa as she pat the space beside her for Violet to sit. Wendy held out her phone, placing it in her friend’s lap as she sat. “That’s for you. I don’t even want to know if anyone tries to contact me unless it’s an emergency from my family.”

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It wasn’t usual for her to be so cheery, even when around Wendy. Then again, Wendy was one of the few people Violet knew where she did feel cheery enough to be around since it was always so difficult for the ravenette to act so gloom when around her. But tonight, she had her reasons for acting like such, feeling like it was best to start off in a positive enough attitude than be in a moody one. “Seeing how you’re one of the most loving and caring people I know, I think it’s safe to say there might be some kind of magic within those cookies.” Violet commented, as she sat down next to Wendy on the sofa. Once she did that, she was handed her friend’s phone which she looked back at her friend with mild-amusement. “…..You were serious about wanting me to take it, huh?” She asked, pocking the phone. “Who’s texts are you trying to ignore? Randy’s?”

Cassandra may have had a bit too much to drink. She was just having fun though. For once she wasn’t drowning in her sorrows. She was with Violet, after all. A grin came to Cass’ face. “I don’t know. Maybe a few. Maybe five. I lost count. I just know you’re looking awful pretty tonight.” By morning Cass would be kicking herself for acting so foolish, but in the moment she was just trying to flirt and have fun. She leaned closer to Violet, her grin only widening. “I mean, I do. That may just have been my way of asking for a second taste.”·

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With an amused hum, the smirk on her face grew at the compliment. This wasn’t the first time she’s had Cassandra flirt with her before, in fact, the two flirted up quite the storm back at the ball when they went together. “….Maybe I should start monitoring your drink intake— it might be messing with your eyes a little.” Violet then said with a teasing tone. “You look pretty hot tonight too. Especially dig the jacket.” As her friend leaned in closer, Violet raised a brow at her, interested to see how far her friend would go with this. “Is that so? …..And if I say you can?”·

Sharpay admired Violet’s bluntness, and her reasoning made her way of sticking to the truth even more impressive. She truly wanted the best for people, and the truth was the only way to give that. “Makes sense. I think I’d prefer the cold, hard truth rather than beating around the bush. Not that I think you’d be mean about it, but as long as you’re not, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful pivot in our friendship,” Sharpay said, nodding her head in satisfaction. “You’re right, but also … we’re not dating yet, and I’m not sure I want to be. Maybe he’s not ready for a full relationship yet, but something a little less serious. I suppose that would give me the flexibility to have a bit of fun while he figures his shit out,” she suggested with a shrug. Not that she’d ever do anything to hurt Troy, but as long as they weren’t together, what could he really say? “That’s some bullshit. If it weren’t for Troy, I’d date the hell out of you. Maybe you’re just not looking in the right places, unless you’re not feeling like you want to look at all.”·

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At the blonde’s admission, the ravenette shrugged her shoulders and nodded. “Fair enough, and I can do that for you.” She replied, admiring that Sharpay could handle when someone tells her the cold hard truth about certain things. Not everyone was capable of dealing with it, and some would even find it offensive no matter if it wasn’t meant to be harmful, so she could commend her friend for wanting to hear it. “It’s no problem.” Violet added with a faint smile. “…..Let me correct myself then— this newfound flirt-manship, or do you prefer the courtship instead? You guys don’t need to be dating for you to ask. But if you two do end up dating and you still have these concerns,… let him know. Or don’t, maybe you’ll find someone better, who knows.” She wasn’t about to judge whatever Sharpay does in her not-yet-exclusive relationship with Troy if they were still feeling each other out. “Is that a confession?” She playfully raised a brow with a smile, only for Violet to shrug right after. “Honestly? I’m not sure…. I won’t say I don’t want to look, but I also don’t feel the need to do so either.”·

Wendy was only half serious when she’d sent the texts inviting Violet over, but she was happy to hear that she was on her way shortly after cookies were offered. It was a pretty lonely night at home, and she’d been admittedly texting Randy for part of it, which typically didn’t end well. She’d popped her already made batch of cookie dough in the oven (after a while, she’d learned that being friends with the boys lent itself to a lot of cookie making) and waited for the doorbell. Wendy sunk into Violet’s arms as she opened the door, finding herself finally smiling. “Of course, they’re almost done. You got here fast. I thought Dash was supposed to be the runner in the family,” she teased, remembering how Violet had mentioned her brother was fairly fast.

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With a light chuckle, Violet let the hug last a little bit longer before pulling away. “Guess you can say I’m super like that.” She replied, using a rather corny joke as she chuckled once again. Once the door closed behind her after standing inside Wendy’s home, the ravenette smiled at her friend. There was a lot that needed to be discussed still, but Violet wasn’t planning on dropping the bomb on Wendy just like that. No, she would rather enjoy this moment with her friend, have a nice time with her, and if Randy is brought up at some point while they were hanging out— then Violet would tell her what Sharpay said. “Can smell the cookies already, damn Wendy. Do you know you’re the only person who makes me crave them so much? I’m not even a huge fan of them, but any you bake? Sold.” She teased.·

“ do you taste as good as you smell ? “

“….Do I? What?!” Violet almost repeated before shooting Cassandra a look that was mixed of both confusion yet amused. Was she really being asked that by Cassandra of all people? It would have been one thing if some random guy was the one who said it to her because that way, all Violet had to do was reject the ridiculous attempt of a pick-up like and be on with the rest of her night. But it was Cassandra who had said it, and while it being her is what have the ravenette a bit confused—that, and the fact that never would she expect for her friend to even want to say a pick up line like that one— she also found the comment amusing. With her brow raised, Violet stared at the other. “…..How much did you have to drink?” Is what she ended up asking, shifting her gaze towards the glass Cassandra held against the counter. “Think you might need to stop before you say something else that you may not mean,….. besides,” The corner of her lips curved upwards “I think you would know the answer to that by now.”

[text] : Already on my way

After getting those texts from Wendy and responding back to her, Violet didn’t need to think twice before grabbing her coat and heading out towards her friends home. And throughout the entire time she made her walk to it, the ravenette found herself recalling back on what Sharpay told her about recently hooking up with Randy. In a way, there was a small part of Violet that thought she didn’t need to tell Wendy about it because as far as she knows, she and Randy were completely over. Nothing happened between them at the ball and Wendy hasn’t mentioned anything since then. Yet, on the other hand— Violet felt like she needed to tell her friend about it. If only because it could potential give the closer to this ‘are we? are we not?’ kind of thing Wendy has going with Randy. And having it come to a complete closed was exactly what Violet’ hoping for when it comes to one of her best friends. 

Violet finally reached Wendy’s house, and once she was at the front door, she rang the bell. “Hey.” She lightly smiled when her friend opened the door for her. She then pulled Wendy into a hug. “Hope you have those cookies ready because not going to lie, I’m already starting to crave them and you make the best I’ve ever eaten……. don’t let my mom know that, though.”

“I knew there was a reason why I liked you,” Sharpay said with a smile. “No, this is good. I need someone who’s going to tell it to me straight, y’know? I mean, I love my brother, Ryan, and all, but he’s a bit of a softie. So, this is the kind of energy I need in a time like this.” Though her words were hard to hear, Sharpay nodded slowly as she listened. Violet brought up a good point: what if she was just a pawn to make Gabriella jealous? Did Troy have it in him to even do something like that? It was strange that he took an interest in her all of a sudden, after all these years. “That’s a good point. I don’t know that Troy would be that cruel, but I should probably ask what exactly his plan is for all of this. As for you, no, you don’t need a date for Valentine’s Day, but you deserve one if that’s what you want. If you can’t score someone, then I don’t know where the hell hope is for the rest of us.”·

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“….I always felt like it was best to be honest and straight to the point with people rather than beat around the bush on something that could potential turn out worst by doing so.” Violet replied in response to that as she half-heartedly shrugged. She did, however, end up smiling a little right after saying that. “Now you know to come to me whenever you’re up for hearing the cold hard truth…,,. I’ll try to keep the blows soft though, and realistic, that way things wouldn’t come off as completely harsh……. unless that’s how you want it?” As her friend took in her words, the ravenette nodded her head. “It also never hurts to asks,….. I mean, it can end up hurting depending on what his answer actually is, but you’ll never know the full story unless you do so and if you want this newfound relationship with Troy to last or be a good one, than knowing what his intentions are is a good way to start.” Violet then rolled her eyes at Sharpay before she stared unamused at the blonde. “Okay, one— you’re hot so I don’t know where you’re going with by implying ‘the rest of us’, and as for two, I’m not so great or as desirable as you think I am. I mean, sure there may be people who’s interested in me, but if no one bothers to asks me out than me being alone at Valentines Day would be what it is.”·

Sharpay was quickly realizing how much sense it made that Violet worked at a law firm: she asked questions like a lawyer. With a lawyer for a father, she knew one when she heard one. “Do you interrogate all your friends like this?” she teased. “Yeah, I know. Kind of fucking sucks knowing he could have anyone he wanted. It almost feels kind of fake, like why the hell would he only ask me after he and Gabriella broke up? Am I a rebound or something?” It was a thought that crossed her mind before, and if anyone was going to tell her the truth now, it seemed that Violet might be the one. “But, I need to at least give it a shot. I’ve waited a long time for it. God, poor girl. Please get her the hell away from him.” Sharpay rose a brow, leaning her shoulder into Violet’s. “Well, never say never. Fuck him, then. Who else is eligible on the market? You deserve a date for Valentine’s Day.”

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“Would it make you feel special if I say I only do it to you?” The ravenette retaliated with a humored glint within her eyes. “I mean…… I will have to say yeah, I do interrogate all my friends, but only when it’s necessary. So, sorry if it’s not just an us kind of thing, but I don’t think you would want to be interrogated all the time anyways.” Violet continued, teasing her friend right back while being honest with her answer. “That sounds like something you’re going to have to ask him. But I’ll be frank— there is that possibility he is doing all this to make his ex jealous and he’ll end up dumping you once he has her back. But it could also be that he saw something new in you he didn’t see before and now he wants to explore it. What matters now, though, is if you’re willing to take the chances of whatever that reason might be until he tells you, than take it.” Violet stated, thinking about how Sharpay should just do what she wanted and if what she wants is to see what comes of this budding new relationship with Troy, than her friend should see where it goes even if there was a chance things wouldn’t end the way she expected. “Oh trust me, I’ve been trying to.” She sighed with a shake of her head. “…..No one else comes to mind— it’s cool though, I don’t need a date when Valentines Day arrives.”·

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“…...Dessa’s one of those friends who I think I relate with a lot…...I know it may not seem like it and at most, that we are both mainly friends due to our association to Wendy, but the both of us got along since we met.” Violet stated, having no mind in being asked about one of her friends after having a couple of drinks. If anything, talking about Iridessa was easy for her in comparison to some of her other friends and with that, the ravenette smiled as she continued on. “She may not be as high energy as some of our other friends, and at times is even shy, but then again, I can be shy myself and I am more than okay with being around someone who can be around another and just……be content with the silence. And not too many of my friends are like that, you know?” She mused. “Dessa is also extremely protective of her friends too, which is also something I relate too with her because……I mean, have you seen how Dessa is with her friend Nibs? Or any of her other friends for that matter? She’s exactly like how I am with Wendy, and I’m pretty sure that is another reason to why we get along so well.” 

[ text ] : You would let your phone die and go without minty fresh breath for me? [ text ] : Wow, I don’t know how flattered I should be by hearing that [ text ] : I mean, I guess I love you too if that’s what you wanted to hear but I never knew you were capable of being this cheesy [ text ] : Have you always been like this or is dating Alli making you cheesier than usual? Also, please tell me you say actual romantic things to her that isn’t…..well, this 

With the admission that Violet and Gabriella weren’t that close, Sharpay let out a breath: she was going to be able to talk about Troy without fear that Gabriella would find out, after all. “Oh, that’s right, I forgot she’s absolutely nuts,” she said with a bit of a snorted laugh. “Yeah, he asked me, but I didn’t think it was going to be as a date date, you know? I just thought he’d asked me because he didn’t have anyone else to go with, and we were kind of friends. I thought he was going to be trying to win Gabriella back all night or something,” she said with a shrug. “Huh. I had no idea he was trying to go after someone, especially not after he and I hooked up while he was drunk.” It was a strange night for sure, but if Violet’s best friend was potentially interested, there was no shot Sharpay was getting in the middle of it. “Right, but do you like Cass, or is there someone else you wished you went with instead?”

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The corner of her mouth curved upwards into an amused expression on Sharpay’s choice of word about Gabriella. Violet guessed that was one way to call the other girl, but she didn’t comment one that, instead releasing a faint chuckle at it. “….Isn’t Troy someone who many girls wanted to date back in High School? I get we aren’t in high school anymore, but I would think he would still have options if all he wanted was a date to the ball? Or, you know, enter the blind date raffle instead?” Violet raised a brow at the blonde. “That would’ve been an asshole move if his reasoning for asking you to the ball was to get his ex back, or I don’t know, make her jealous by being there with you. And if you thought that, why say yes in the first place?” She let out a snort at the following statement. “Yeah…..sounds like something Randy would still do, which is why I still don’t believe he’s as serious about Wendy as he says.” Even if the hook up happened after the two officially broke it off, hearing that only validated Violet’s reasonings on keeping an eye on the two back at the ball. “…..Anthony did came to mind for a brief moment, but I have no regrets asking Cass instead. Besides, I haven’t seen or spoken to him in a while so whatever I feel is irrelevant by now.”·

Sharpay should’ve known better than to act her way out of this–Violet was smart, sometimes too smart. It was probably why she was working for Drizella along with Gabriella. “Okay, maybe it was, like, a little more than chill. I think we’re…going on a date soon? I know you work with his ex, so I didn’t want to put you in a weird position, but it went really well,” she gushed, calming her demeanor with a shrug. Violet had asked for the details, after all–who was she not to oblige? “You’re kidding. Randy’s into someone who’s not Tinsley?” she asked, a bit shocked. “Shame, you two would be cute. He’s a mess of shit, though. Well, if it isn’t him, there has to be someone.”

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Violet knew who Gabriella was since she was an intern at Drizella’s firm, but it wasn’t as if she was close to the other girl. Not enough for her to want to gossip with her about how her ex attended the ball with the girl who tried to steal him since high school. “Gabriella and I don’t really talk much at the firm.” Violet stated, her brow still raised at the fact that Sharpay was actually trying to be cautious about this. “Even if we did, there’s barely much time for us to say ‘hi’ without Drizella ordering everyone to get straight to work….and they’ve been exes for a while now, if anyone’s going to tell her that he’s going on another date with you soon, it sure as hell isn’t going to be me. Which is great for you, about the date I mean,….but why are you saying you think? Didn’t he asked you?” At the later part, the older stared curiously at her friend. “Uh, yeah? He’s been having this weird they’re kinda together but kinda not type of thing with Wendy, though they’re not together at all right now.” Violet explained, only to shake her head. “…..I’m not as patient or kind as Wendy is to deal with a guy like Randy…. Cassandra, or Cass for short. She’s who I went to the ball with.”