welcome to cedar point phillipa "pippa" danvers ! the twenty-eight year old known for being a manager at danver's diner . i heard they’ve been living here for twenty-eight years in walton square and everyone says you’re witty & abrasive. you’ll know it’s them because of their seemingly endless collection of oversized shirts, middle fingers stuck up decorated with chipped nail polish, and lips stained red from last night's lipstick forgotten to take off. enjoy your stay! oh , and stop blasting the 1975 by the 1975 every night , your neighbors have been complaining …
warning: this intro post contains tw such as cancer, death, parental abandonment, dr*g use, criminal activity & pregnancy
Information
Full Name: Phillipa Aroha Danvers
Nickname(s): Pippa, Pip, Pipper, Pips
Age: 28
Birthday: October 30th, 1996
Astrological Sign: Scorpio
Place of Birth: Cedar Point, New York
Parents: Phillip Danvers (55) & Kiri Paraone (deceased at 25 (24 years ago))
Siblings: A few half-siblings
Children: N/A
Pets: Zsa Zsa (2-year-old calico)
Scars: One on her leg from a childhood fall
Tattoos: 'Kiss' in Arabic on her wrist, three dots and a triangle on her forearm, the word 'nevermore' on her bicep, and a few small stick and pokes along her arms.
Sexual Orientation & Gender: Pansexual and Panromantic || Cisfemale
Occupation: Manager @ Danver's Diner
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Biography
✘ 'Twas the eve of Halloween at Cedar Point University Hospital when Phillipa Danvers came screaming into the world on that frigid October night. A child that was never meant to be, she was the product of the whirlwind romance of Kiri Paraone and Phillip Danvers (who she was named after). Ever since she took her first breath, life has wrapped her in a tight grip of chaos.
✘ Being the man he is, as he was well established as the town dirtbag, Phil was only present for the first year and a half of Phillipa's life. He left the small apartment the makeshift little family had called their own to "Go out with his buddies" one night. Never one for being original, Phil didn't return, leaving Kiri alone with their daughter. And as a young mother who came to the town with a fresh start to get away from her own tense family life, the two felt truly alone.
✘ Thankfully, the Danvers were used to picking up their youngest son's messes. So, once he was located safe and sound (and shacked up with another girlfriend) down in Florida, Scott and Alice took Kiri (who had been a waitress at their diner for a few years before this mess) and their granddaughter under their wings.
✘ Life seemed to be okay for a while; it never mattered how unconventional their family was. Days were either spent at daycare or hanging around the diner her grandparents owned and managed, and nights were usually spent at her grandmother's table. Her uncle, Bruce, was soon added to the mix after coming home from traveling abroad and moving in just down the road. It seemed that even though there was a rough start, life could be okay. But an easy life was never meant for Pippa Danvers.
✘ When Pippa was four and a half, Kiri started losing weight rapidly and becoming constantly ill. After weeks of pushing by her grandparents, her mother finally conceded and visited the doctor. Turns out they were right to worry; her mother had stomach cancer. Stage 4 stomach cancer. Her prognosis wasn't good; most likely, she had no more than a year left. The next few months were spent making memories, making Kiri comfortable, and just trying to make it through most days. A few weeks after Pippa's fifth birthday, Kiri passed at home as a November snowstorm blew in.
✘ It was hard to notice the effects of grief on the young girl because she was just that: young. Her grandparents tried to explain to her in the best, yet most age-appropriate way they could, but there was no instruction manual for this. For the first few years, Pippa seemed as well adjusted as she could be for a child who lost their only parent. However, once her preteen and teenage years hit, the grief-ridden girl began to act out.
✘ Pippa gained quite a reputation in town during her teen years ('like father, like daughter' she'd always retort). It started with little things: staying out far too late or silly little pranks. Those soon turned more and more intense as the years went on. Shoplifting, Criminal Mischief, Illicit Drug Use, and Theft were only a handful of the charges the girl had racked up before she hit eighteen. She was the ire of both local law enforcement and store owners. But did she care? Not one bit. Life had been so cruel to her, so maybe she'd be cruel to life back.
✘ Ever since a young age, Pippa has been obsessed with filmmaking. She and her friends would take her grandparents' old home video camera and film their own little movies during sleepovers when she was a young girl. The majority of her first two paychecks, which she got when she began working part-time at the diner when she was sixteen, went toward buying her own digital camera. And while her films were more evidence than anything, her love of filmmaking only continued to grow. The girl was convinced that one day she'd pack her shit and fuck off to LA.
✘ After barely graduating from high school, Pippa went to community college for two years and got her basic associate's degree (somehow. She was never going to be accused of being a star student). And what did she do after that? Kind of...existed around Cedar Point for almost two years. In all honesty, she kept scouring for her ticket out of her hometown. Thankfully, her perfect one came.
✘ A job listing for a Personal Assistant to some reality star came across her timeline, and Pippa jumped on the opportunity. Though she didn't quite have the required skills to back it up, nothing was going to keep her from a real working set in LA. This was just a stepping stone, so who cared if she lied her way in the door? The application was entirely bullshit as far as her experience went but Pip was the queen of 'fake it until you make it'. And her bullshit worked. Soon, she had her entire life packed up in a bag and the last of her money spent on a one way ticket to LA.
✘ The job lasted for a little over seven years, time in which she got to live out some of her wildest dreams: working sets, experiencing the so-called 'high life', and being able to make a few connections. Sure, she slipped into stereotype as she began hooking up with her boss, but the arraignment never got in the way of her actual work. Things seemed to finally be on track in Pippa's life. But, when have things every stayed good?
✘ With a letter slipped under her door, Pippa suddenly found herself fired from her job. In one fell swoop, she lost her income, housing, and connections as she was told she wasn't wanted by the production company. The woman was forced to return home with her tail betwixt her legs and with no future plans in the works.
✘ Having been back for about seven months, it's like Pippa has never left. She still works at the diner; only now her Uncle has taken ownership, and she's been 'promoted' to manager. She lives in Walton Square and her dreams are back to strictly fantasy. But an 'opportunity' did follow her home.
✘ A few weeks ago, after a particularly excruciating ER trip, Pippa learned she was pregnant. But not only was she pregnant, she was suffering from a cryptic pregnancy and was seven months along. AKA: the child was her ex boss'. Now, she not only has to pick up the pieces of her shattered life and find out where to go next, but she also has to figure out where a kid fits into all of that.
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Danny hadn't been back in town long, the last few years behind bars had been rough to say the least but it was nice to have the tiniest bit of freedom even though there was an ankle bracelet wrapped around his foot and he had to be back in his house by 10pm. Prior to prison, he'd moved all around the small town, rich houses, poor houses. And now he just settled in rented unit his parole officer got for him in Walton Square.
The diner hadn't changed. He liked that. Last he'd heard, Pippa was still in LA living her dreams. He was proud of her for getting out of here. They'd talked about it, so many times but Danny would always stay put unless his sister decided to follow suit. When he saw her, he was worried, wondering why he was back here but selfishly a smile broke out because he was seeing his best friend for the first time in forever. "Hey loser," he leaned over the counter, a dopey grin spreading across his face. "Gonna give me some free fries? Maybe a milkshake too?"
Most days were spent sifting through the emotional wreckage of her conversation with Abel. Working basically consisted of going through the motions, her thoughts a million miles away. Pippa didn't know how much more she could take. It felt as if the weight of the world sat on her shoulders, and any moment, she was going to crumble into an unsalvageable pile of rubble. It was the only reason she was glad the diner remained pretty deserted; the less amount of work she had, the more she could focus on simply keeping herself together. She was mindlessly wiping down menus, preparing for a dinner rush that was almost certainly never going to come, while her thoughts continued to feel fuzzy in her head. And then a voice broke through the fog.
Danny's voice.
Her black ponytail whipped around her head as she turned towards his voice. "Oh...my god." The moment she laid eyes on him, Pippa felt the tears begin to form. Without a second thought, she jumped over the counter and wrapped him tightly in a hug. There had been a few people Pippa had grown close to in Cedar Point, most of them part of her teenage years ragtag group of fellow fuck up's who found solace in each other, but Danny stuck out among the rest. From the moment they met, they seemed to connect on a deeper level; the fucked up yin to her screwed up yang, as she always called them. He was truly her best friend. The person she'd die or kill for without a second thought. And the years that had passed between them, and the sheer amount of time they missed, hit her like a ton of bricks. She gripped him tightly, squeezing him as if to make sure he could never be apart from her again.
"Hi, fuckface." she murmured against him, tears hitting his shirt.
Maybe. -- Heavy on the maybe. -- had Pierce not started drinking the moment he opened his eyes on this damned day, then he would have some sense to not be here right now. Unlikely, but no impossible. Although, realistically, inevitable. He never did handle the day his best friend was born or the anniversary of his death well. It just reminded him that he was here and Ryder was not. A sick joke of facts if you were to ask him. He cocked his brow, "Get louder you say?" He muses, "Sure. I can get louder!" His voice raises with each passing syllable. "I can be as loud as the fucking party!"
He brings the bottle back to his mouth and takes another swig of the harsh blown liquor. At least when he drank, he could believe for a split moment that the burn was destroying every piece of him on the way down. He drops his arm down to his side, his grip still firm around the bottle. "I'd say he got mad boring whenever he's at if he can't appreciate a round of shots on his day." He slurs, "You're not saying he got boring, are you? I'd hate to think that, wherever he's at, he's out there acting like some old ass man."
He rolls his eyes, "Can't get a sandwich or something? What kind of diner is this?" He asks, looking around the joint, "Who even closes this early?" Unbeknownst to him, however, it was nowhere near early. The day was just about over. He turns back to Pippa, "If you wanted me to come home with you, PIp, all you had to do was say so. I'm an easy man." Now, they both knew that was an absolute load of shit. "You going to tuck me in, Pip? Read me a bedtime story?"
The metal sheen of the kitchen soon dulled as she flipped off the lights, the neon behind Pierce practically the only light source left. Looking at the man before her made her reflect on how far they both had come. They were far away from those kids causing trouble, making fun, and mischief at every turn. But the accident stunted a part of them both at the scene. Pip came running the moment she heard what happened, trying to help in any way she could. After the night her mother died, it had been the second worst moment seared into her brain. "Hey, didn't you ever learn about an inside voice?" she yelled from the serving hatch before making her way out, metal door swinging in her wake.
Talking about Ryder felt odd, to say the least. Grief was never a straightforward emotion; some days she'd want to drown in the memories of those she lost, while others rendered their name practically a curse. It was especially hard to conjure his memory with the person who, whether deliberately or not, stole him away. Maybe she should have hated him. Maybe she should have been screaming at him, telling him to 'get the fuck out'. But loyalty to him still tugged at her. "Oh, he'd be pissed if we didn't do shots today. I'm just saying he'd also call you a drunk fucking mess. And he would not be wrong." She threw her bag over her shoulder, replacing it on the hook with her diner apron. "Plus, I think he'd be offended you're doing shots with this shit ass liquor."
"Right now? It's my fucking diner and I'm saying the kitchen's closed. So, you're either leaving with me or I'll have to call a trespass on you." Pippa threw back, forearms resting on the yellowing counter. She shook her head at his next words, the dimples on her cheeks appearing as her lips tugged into a smirk. "You couldn't handle me, Pierce." It felt right to tease, to joke, to just be on good terms with him again. But the pang of knowing what his actions had caused kept her guards up. Sneakers hit the floor with a sound that was halfway between a squeak and a thud as she jumped over the counter and grabbed his wrist. "Keep it up, and I might smother you with a blanket instead. Now come on."
She knew.
And Abel's heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. This feeling of anxiety, of sadness, perhaps even of heartbreak..it wasn't something he'd ever experienced before. It wasn't a feeling he ever wanted to experience again, either but something told Abel it was something he may just have to get used to. He'd always let her yell, scream, say whatever. Get her emotions out. There was a slight worry for the baby and her being stressed but if he voiced that he'd just get yelled at some more.
"I didn't know." Abel told her honestly as she pushed passed him. Pippa was well aware of his fathers manipulation tactics, however she knew that Abel, when he wanted to be could be just like his dad. Not with her though, never. . The door clicked shut behind her, and the proposal made that thud on his coffee table which echoed throughout the room. He turned slowly, watching her with dread in his chest which spread like rot. Right now, he couldn't even fight back cause at the end of the day she was still right. He'd done this. "I don't know if he knew." Was all he could say, a short, sad, sigh leaving his lips.
Then his voice went quiet, his attention went to the floor. "I thought I could fix it before you found out, Pip." Abel figured she could scream all she liked, he probably deserved it at this point, but the truth was, Abel would not have got involved if he knew the repercussions. Not this time. Sure his motto was the words she'd just let slip from her mouth but not when it came to her. She was his family, he realized that now, but he also had nothing good to say. "I still am trying to fix it, Pippa." @pip-danvers
The room was practically spinning. White-hot anger grew in her veins as her mind continued to spin with all of the possibilities. She was no stranger to being used, and she had spent years watching Abel manipulate moments for the show, so he certainly wasn't a stranger to feigning emotions for his benefit. There was a part of her that feared everything about their reunion had been a lie. Her teeth sank into the inside of her bottom lip to bite back the impending tears. "You didn't know the first time you met with my uncle." she corrected, dark eyes trained on him. "You knew the moment I fucking told it to you. You knew when you met with him for a second time!" Her words grew louder, the wavering behind her voice growing with every syllable. "So save me the bullshit."
Black curls fell around her post-crying, puffed cheeks as she nodded at his words. "And where did hiding situations from me get us before, Abel?" she asked, her voice still pointing to the battle to bite back weakness. Her gaze trailed over to the stack of paper. Just the sight of them was enough to make her stomach churn. "Oh yeah, it left me with no job, broken connections, a one-way ticket home, and months of thinking you fucking couldn't stand me. And yet you still chose to let me be blindsided. Again." Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, her sleeve soon wiping them away. The very weight of her words settled into her, the repercussions of the fact sending another pang of hurt through her. This all could have been avoided; she could have been spared from this level of hurt. But he didn't do that. Nails dug into her palm as a new wave of emotion threatened to overtake her.
Her own eyes darted down to the floor, unable to look at him in this moment. "Do you realize what you'd be taking away if I can't fucking convince my uncle to not go through with this?" she asked, one of her hands resting on the arm of the couch for support. Pippa felt so mentally and emotionally overwhelmed, she could topple at any minute. "My family's entire lives are wrapped up in that place. We've all worked so fucking hard to keep it alive. Like, yeah, I've shit on it a lot, but it still means the goddamned world to me. All of the only good fucking memories I have to hold onto happened there. Most of the memories I have left of my mo-" A sob threatened to be ripped out of her when the thought of her mother came to the forefront.
She forced her eyes to meet his once again, hers rimmed with red and watery. "...You decided what was important to you the minute you didn't tell me what was going on. And you doubled down when you met with him again." A gray streak of a tear fell down her every-rouging cheeks. The next words stuck in her throat. She didn't want them to come out; the reality that would follow was one she had dreaded living in. "I can't do this, Abel. Us." The last part was barely above a whisper. Tears continued to flow, the stream more steady now.
"You are always going to be our child's father, and I'll never deny you that relationship. But I can't..." Pippa was hardly holding herself together at this point. Every part of her was laid bare in this moment. "We can't..."
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Things were good with Pippa at least. His father, on the other hand? Not so great. Abel had been trying his best to figure out what to about the diner situation. There'd been multiple fights between him and Morris over it and multiple threats issued from his father. Abel still wasn't sure what his father's entire intentions were, if he knew the dinner belonged to her family or not. There was a lot to figure out on his part, but Abel didn't see the point in stressing Pippa out with it, not when she was pregnant. She clearly didn't know or she would have screamed at him for that too.
He'd just got home from being at Livingstone & Co all day. His father was in town, so it really hadn't been an easy day for the dark haired man. Exhaustion showed on his features and quite frankly he was ready to sleep. This whole thing was certainly taking a toll on him. He felt torn, still wrapped up in earning his father's trust and respect but things had changed with Pippa. He knew that she and their child were his priority now, there were no ifs or buts about it. The pull he had to Pip was stronger than ever now. The frantic knocking at the door made him jump. Answering the door, and seeing her face he immediately knew something wrong. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Concern quickly settled into his features. "The baby's okay right?"
The numbness that had settled in her veins since finding out was overwhelming; the feeling burned through her like a Roman Candle. She had tried to find a way where she was reading this situation wrong, where this was just another 'her being fired' situation, but there was no possibility of that. His name was on all the paperwork, in black and white. His signature was left in an ugly stroke of ink. It was eating her from the inside out, all acid and corrosion. Pippa shot him a text before jumping into her car, the street lights fleeing past as she drove off into the night.
Every extremity buzzed with nerves; her fingers drummed against the steering wheel, and her left leg bounced almost uncontrollably. It was as if her body was rejecting every bit of this. A fleeting idea of turning the car around and bailing came to mind, but she went against it, no matter how tempting it may have been. Even as she pulled up to his house in Holly Oake Circle, Pippa wondered if she was even going to be able to coax herself out of the car. Those hot, ugly tears that had been becoming far too familiar threatened to spill over. She quickly wiped them away, composing herself with a few deep breaths, and forced herself up to his front door.
Seeing him again made the emotions welling up inside all the more complex; both a want to scream at him, yet a desire to just embrace him were at war. Before any could bubble over and render her a mess, Pippa quickly pushed past him, slamming her bag down on the floor. Not a word was uttered as she unzipped the bag, pulling out the proposal. Dark eyes locked with him as she slammed it down on the coffee table, a loud yet dull thud filling the space. "Fucking 'shame on me' for believing all that sappy bullshit, huh?" Both her words and her glare were sharp, knifelike even. "Just business, right?"
Lips soon slivered into a tight line as she tried to bite back any display of weakness from emerging. "You're un-fucking-believable, Abel. Truly."
Ceyda pinched the bridge of her nose as she began to process. “Kind of?” She echoed, her eyebrows pulling together. “No. You can’t tell me you didn’t at least get a fucking orgasm out of it. Then I actually will throw a riot.” The brunette really did have more faith in her friend than that - considering both of their high sex drives and that being one of the number one priorities in Cey's on life. Truly, she didn't mean to be as scolding as she was, she just knew how strong the other woman was, she didn't want to see her weak for a man who didn't deserve it like she had been herself.
Biggest red flag about what Pippa was telling her was this dude not listening to her when she told him to get out. It made Ceyda's stomach tie up into knots, taking her back to a certain place in her marriage for a moment. She didn't look at the other female, she stared out into the parking lot of the diner, cars coming and going. "Okay," it didn't sound all bad to the brunette but she was still worried. The hesitation was very clear in the tone of her voice. Dark eyes returned to her friend as she watched Pippa's hand go to her stomach. "Is that what you want?" Cey wasn't judging anymore, she was just concerned. @pip-danvers
"Okay, I'm a little offended that you'd think I'd fuck this man consistently for seven years and not make sure I get an orgasm out of any time we hook up, like damn." Pip replied with a laugh. "Tell me what you really think of me, Cey."
The joking was soon set aside as she let out another long breath, half out of feeling like she was still carrying the weight of the world, and half from this kid somehow squishing all of her organs despite being hidden away. This was all new to her; her only ever real relationship happened during her teen years, and even then, the two were more glorified best friends with benefits. This was diving into a whole new chapter of life with a person, raising a whole other human with them. The question swirled around in her already frazzled brain. "Yeah." Her voice was soft, almost as if this was a secret. "I don't know what it is, but we just kind of...fit? Fucked up in compatible ways, I guess?" Fingers kept drumming against the steering wheel as she spoke. "Still trying to figure out all those feelings. Like I said, there's seven years worth of them to sift through."
The way his name left her mouth, all breathless and moaning, always sent him into a frenzy and when he felt her her clench around him instantly his body tensed up too, finally releasing inside her with one last deep thrust. “Fuck,” the rough word dragged out, his head buried in her neck as the ecstasy rippled through his own body. His own nails leaving marks on her hips. He never wanted this to end, they were both well aware they could definitely do this all day. Every day and it would just get better every single time. Not only could they sense what each other’s body needed, they could read each other like books. His thrusts slower to a stop, chest heaving as her curls fell against his skin.
Abel slid her body towards the edge of the counter just a little bit more, this time his arms wrapped around her shoulders in an embrace, his warm lips pressing once to her temple and then to her forehead. “I’ve got you, Pip.” He reiterated quietly. Abel wasn’t just craving her sexually but emotionally too. It showed in the way he held her, never ever wanting to part from her. “I’m not letting you go again. Ever.” Another kiss pressed to her forehead, still allowing her to come down from the intensity of it all. “I fucking missed you.” His voice barely a whisper now, he’d found himself rather emotional after all of this. The dark haired man knew what to come would be the hard part. Figuring out how to be a parent and how to deal with his father but he had to do it for her. Things had shifted once again between them but in the best way possible. “I mean it. I’ve got both of you.”
Pippa welcomed him pulling her closer once more, her heart melting slightly as he placed the gentle kisses on her skin. She couldn't believe how safe she felt in his arms again. Dark eyes looked up at him with nothing but adoration, closing lightly when he pressed the sweet kisses to her skin. Her fingertips glided over his bare skin in mindless little patterns. "And I've got you." she echoed, prepared to speak those words for however long it took for him to know they were true. The gnawing wish that she had realized sooner how much she cared for him sat in her chest. But she knew now, and she felt prepared this time.
Legs still trembled slightly as her body not only came down from pleasure, but the pure outpouring of pent-up emotions that just took place. Plus, Pippa wasn't going to rush untangling herself from his embrace. Not when before tonight, the woman was convinced she'd never be here again. A soft breath of a laugh was drawn out by his words. "You better fucking not." The retort was her usual sarcastic self. The way his voice waivered slightly made her wrap her arms around him once more, holding onto him as if her life depended on it. "I missed you more." The emotion in her voice mirrored his. She nodded softly at his last words, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I know you do." she reassured, placing another kiss on his lips. "And we've got you. Always."
"I'll be taking that." The blonde's perfectly manicured fingers reached to pluck the smoke from the other person's hand. Olivia had been having fun, maybe a little too much fun. Dancing around, chatting people up and being rather obnoxious. People knew about the divorce now, she didn't care that people knew but she wanted to prove to the world that she didn't need her marriage. "Considering I just beat your ass at pool, I think I deserve it." The sweaty haired blonde gave her friend a grin, leaning back against the concrete wall of the bar.
Another night, another instance where Pip should have been nowhere near Mickey's or any other bar, for that matter. But, after learning about the possible sale of the diner and just who was behind it, the raven-haired girl needed a distraction. And thankfully, her friends had been happy to have a reliable designated driver.
"Okay, sure." she laughed as she watched the blonde take the drink from her. "Just going to warn you now that it's plain lemonade." A bit of her trademark smirk returned after being gone for so many days. "Sorry."
"Pip-Pip- Pippa!" Pierce cheers the second his eyes fall upon her. Completely ignoring the fact that this was her place of work and that she was probably, in fact, working. All he cared about was that he'd find her and what better place to find someone then their place of work. It wasn't like he and Pippa were friends, at least, not anymore. That ended a long time ago, but when he thought about those who knew him before, who knew Ryder; she was one of the people at the top of the list. Well, one of the few he could actually stomach. Even if she blamed him for their friend's dead. At least he knew she gave a fuck about him. That was more then he could say about some. He pulls out a half drunk bottle of whiskey, twisting off the cap, he shots back a swig. "You want to take a shot for Ryder?" He asks, completely faded from the scene or even reality at this point, "Here's to his 28th birthday!" He cheers, before than chugging another shot of the whiskey. His glassy eyes search Pippa's face, "What's there good to eat here?" He asks a moment later, turning towards the counter.
It was as if the doors of the slowly deteriorating diner somehow attracted ghosts of her past. "Godfuckingdammit." The words were muttered under her breath as she heard that all too familiar voice echo off the yellowing walls. Pierce Brooks started out as an all too common case; the well-to-do of Cedar Point apparently had a rite of passage that made them all come to the other side of the tracks to rebel. Pippa never minded; they usually made for good company and never objected to throwing cash at the problems the group would cause. But, somehow, both Pierce (mainly from the goodwill given to him by Ryder) had wormed his way into her hardened heart and became people she actually considered friends. He turned into one of those people who made the trauma-etched buildings of her hometown a little more bearable. Then Pierce had to go and take them both away. "Is there a fucking volume button on you? Like, damn, you're going to make my ears bleed." she called back, mindlessly continuing her closing routine.
Dark eyes fell down to the bottle, nose pinching as she watched him take what she had to assume was his umpteenth shot. The mention of their friend's post-mortem birthday made her stomach turn. Days had been melding together recently, the date just sort of snuck up on her. "Yeah, and wherever he is, he's probably telling you to 'slow down, asshole'." The sentiment was both a dig, yet an odd comfort. "And that's the same thing I'm going to fucking tell you."
A long sigh passed her lips. "Kitchen's closing up, Pierce." He somehow looked like a stranger and the same fucked up little rich kid she had known for years, all in one silhouette. Teeth dug into the inside of her lip before she spoke again. "Wanna ride home? Or to my place? 'Cause you can't stay here."
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|| I've got my hopes up again, oh no || It feels like we only go backwards, darling ||
Each day got harder physically, and the diner's employee bathroom was becoming her second home. The coolness of the water she splashed on her face helped her ground herself. Looking into the mirror, Pippa took stock of her features. Dark eyes were rimmed with red, purplish bags resting beneath them. Skin veiled pale from both the lack of sleep and inability to stomach anything nourishing. Her cheeks were somehow both gaunt, yet with a puffiness around the edges. She moved her body to examine it from the side. Her stomach was still barely poking out. It was almost impossible that there was a full-on human inside of her. Her hand lingered over the area, almost scared she'd feel some sort of movement (though her doctors had told her it would be unlikely she'd be able to feel her due to her placement, which only added to her number of doctor's appointments). The fear that in a few weeks, she would not only have to go through birth, but soon have a child to take care of, settled into her bones.
But Pippa had to remember that she had Abel by her side. They were doing this together.
Exiting the restroom, she was soon met with the image of her uncle sitting at one of the empty booths, a stack of papers in front of him. The sound of the door swinging back into place called his attention to her. "Everything good, Pipsqueak?" he asked, both of them sporting mirrored smiles as he used her childhood nickname.
"Yeah," she lied through her teeth. "Just a long day. Looking forward to flopping into bed."
Bruce nodded, perhaps knowing that she was feigning being okay, but he wasn't ready to push it. Not when there was something more pressing to talk to her about. "I get that. Actually, can I get you to come sit before you head home?" his large hand gestured to the seat across from him.
A dark eyebrow rose in confusion. "A little late for my intervention." she responded with snark, hoping to bring levity to whatever thing he may want to talk about. There's e-fucking-nough to worry about. "Also just you? Damn, everybody cancelled?"
"Smarter than that. That sappy shit would have never worked on you." So much of her smirk could be seen on his face; the two more resembled father and daughter rather than uncle and niece. "And having you listen to handwritten letters? Forget about it. Now sit, smartass." Pippa rolled her eyes in his direction but soon made her way over, the aging pleather of the booth's seat squeaking as she slid in. She studied his rugged features, and unfortunately, the look in his eye spelled nothing great. "What's going on?"
"How would you feel if I sold the diner?"
The question barely registered at first. It was something that the two had mentioned being a worry in passing, but the clear words had never dared to be uttered. It was her great-grandfather's dream to open this place; the story had been told to her a million times of how he came home after serving in World War Two and using the diner as a way to cope with what was now known to be PTSD. Grandpa Scott grew up here, every milestone in his life somehow involving these four walls. So had Uncle Bruce's. So had hers. And she expected her kid to have that same experience. Pippa closed her eyes tightly as she tried to find the words to express her plethora of thoughts. Though, only one word squeaked out: "Why?"
His hand scratched at the back of his head, the soft sound of his nails grazing over his buzzed hair felt amplified by the quiet. "You know why, Pip. We're not doing well. Half the time, we close early. It's bleeding money." Teeth dug into her bottom lip as he spoke, his words hitting hard. Of course, she knew they weren't doing well. Hell, the whole town could probably see it. Their clientele had dwindled to only a few choice regulars, their orders barely enough to pay their light bill. It had just been another thing she had been denying. "And I know you want to go back out to California-" he tried to continue, but she soon stopped him.
"I'm not going back to California." The two had never really gone in depth into why she came back home, all he really needed to know was that she no longer had a job, and she was back around to work. It had been a happy accident, however, considering her termination had all been done under a lie. But now she had this kid, her daughter, to worry about. She couldn't exactly be working film hours with a baby on her hip.
"What are you talking about? You've always dreamed about living in California--" Bruce tried to interject. But they both should have known better; their two loud voices always ended up in competition with one another. "Dreams change, I'm staying here--"
Their voice just kept overlapping. "How could it change that fast? It's all you've ever talked about--"
"I really don't want to get into all of--"
"What's there to get into? What is going on with you, Pip--"
"Nothing! I'm fine--"
"Well, you don't seem fine. Running yourself ragged, all this defeatist talk--"
"I'm fine, let's just talk about the diner--"
"No, I want to talk about you--"
"I don't! Just drop it! My god--"
"I'm not going to drop it, Pip. I'm fucking worried about you! You've been so distant since you've gotten home, you don't eat, you don't sleep, like what the hell--"
"I'm fucking pregnant!"
The silence that followed was almost deafening. The buzzing of the fluorescent lights might as well have been jet engines. Pippa swore she could hear the wash bucket's leaky sink let out a few, slow drips. Her uncle's face wore the classic signs of pure shock. It was the kind of look she had been dreading this entire time. But there was no going back now. "W-W-What..." his low voice stammered.
Hot, embarrassed tears welled up in her dark eyes. "I'm sorry." She had spent too much of her life letting her uncle and grandparents, the ones who gave a shit enough to try and deliver some normalcy to her life, down. And this was feeling like another moment of that. Sure, she was an adult, but she didn't have the resources for a child. Her house was basically a studio apartment that she paid a mortgage for. Most of the money she had made in LA went to helping pay for her grandma's in-home treatment, her house, and her car. And that nest egg was dwindling fast.
Large, calloused hands ran over his face, moving back to his head. "When did you...find out?" The millions of questions going through his head were clear by the look in his eyes. It seemed he just settled on that one. "A few weeks ago." she admitted sheepishly. The next words felt like pushing herself over a fence. "But I'm already, like, almost eight months along. 'Cryptic pregnancy', they call it."
The way his eyes widened as the timeline suddenly shortened stabbed through Pippa. "I'm so fucking sorry." The copper taste of blood filled her mouth, drawn from the harsh grip she had on her bottom lip to keep the tears in.
His eyes were still trained on her. It made her feel like a kid again, getting in trouble for acting out. "And that means the father is--"
"--in LA." she finished the sentence, the conclusion bringing about another nod from him. Things were still so fresh with Abel, she refrained from divulging any specifics. They weren't important and would most likely be talked about later. Especially when he started hanging around her more often. This revelation was enough for one night. "We were together for a bit." she explained it away, thankful that she didn't have to outright lie, or else she would have been flustered and most likely would have put her foot in her mouth. "I've told him. We're figuring out logistics." That same nod he had kept doing returned.
The worry was practically eating away at her. Call it maturing, call it her frontal lobe finally solidifying, but Pippa had realized somewhere down the line how much shit she put him and her grandparents through. Sure, they all now knew it was her rebelling against the world. A world that took away her mother and allowed her to be born to a father who couldn't give a shit. Being out of control gave her the only sense of control she ever fucking felt. But, still, she had treated the people who stayed like absolute garbage. The guilt eroded away at her every moment her uncle stayed sitting in quiet contemplation.
"God, I just feel like such a fucking failure." her tears fell in ugly puddles and left discolored marks on her white uniform shirt. Her head buried itself in her hands, fingers grabbing at fistfuls of her hair as she shook her head, all while she just kept repeating 'I'm sorry'.
The aging pleather seat shifted as her uncle moved to her side of the booth, his arms wrapping her in a warm hug. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Pipsqueak." he assured her. His voice was a gentle, parental coo as he began to rub her back. Dark eyes finally emerged from hiding in her hands. "Things happen. Life happens. And not always at the most convenient of times. But no matter what, I'm always going to be here for you." The words made a river of tears spring from Pippa as she grabbed onto him, a desperate kind of hug. It reminded him so much of the ones she gave him when she was younger. "And for this kid too, I'll be there for them--"
"...Her."
Another nod, this time with a slight smile, was offered by him. "Her. I'll be there for both of you. Rain or shine." Her hug grew ever tighter. Bruce reciprocated with his own bear hug before pulling away slightly, Pippa noticing him wiping his own tears away. "Plus, you think I'd cut you out of my life for this? You've come home with thousands of dollars in fines and six court dates in one night, Pip. You having a kid at twenty-eight is like you going to church and opening a goddamned bible." Their laughs harmonized with one another, both genuine yet still overcoming their emotional state.
"You know, your mom, she felt the exact same way. When she found out about you." He reminisced with a laugh. "Scared fucking shitless. But the day you were born, all I remember is visiting her at the hospital, and she just kept looking at you. And she looked...like she was made to be your mom." His words only drew more tears from her. Ever since finding out, Pippa's only wish was to talk to her mom. And though it was cathartic to talk to her headstone again, she would have given anything to have her talk back. "You're going to do great Pipsqueak. And you'll always have me if you need any support. Don't forget that." Pippa threw her arms around him once more, a flurry of 'thank you's and 'love you's muffled against him.
"But, hey, maybe selling the diner would be for the best then." Uncle Bruce remarked, with a soft sniffle and a side smile following his words. Pippa knitted her eyebrows together, the sleeves of her flannel wiping away her tears as she pulled away. "Why? She'd miss out on growing up here." she lamented. The thought created a pit in her stomach, bothering her more than she thought it would. "Be kind of the end of a legacy."
Bruce moved his attention back over to his original focus, the paper that was strewn about the table, left completely ignored. "Well, apparently, there's this real estate agency that's interested in the lot. And they're offering something I don't know if we can say no to, Pip. They're offering to buy out not only mine and grandma's share, but the share you would have inherited. We're talking a few hundred thousand to split between us." Dark eyes widened at the idea of that much money.
"They're that interested in a place in Walton Square?" The surprise was hardly held back in her voice. The man gave her another shrug. "Guess they have a lot of big plans to renovate the area."
Walton Square was no stranger to vultures like she imagined these people to be. Everyone thought they could just come in, wave their riches in front of residents' faces, and then kick them to the curb when they built something bigger and better. And unfortunately, it had been working over the past few years. Fewer and fewer 'lifers' were able to stick around. Cedar Point wanted Walton as squeaky clean as the rest of their 'perfect' little town. "But that could be her future college fund, and I know you said you don't want to go back to California, but it'd be an option..." Her mind switched over to going through the information in front of her, practically tuning out her uncle's low grumble of a voice.
The proposal was hardly remarkable; classic, boring contract-type drivel all in black and white. To be honest, it kind of made Pippa's already tired eyes glaze over. She mindlessly flipped through the pages, ready to object no matter what, as her uncle continued to drone on about the meeting and the offer. Then her eyes caught a familiar name. Far too familiar. It stood there in some stupidly modern typeface, practically mocking her. The way her stomach dropped made her feel as if the entire world was bottoming out beneath her. Teeth sank into the inside of her lip as more tears, these ones hot and angry, stung her eyes. All of that reaction to the simple header:
Livingstone & Co. Real Estate
Emotions soon left her face as she numbed to everything. It was a response to emotional overload she had become all too used to. "When did you meet with these people?" Her voice was almost monotone. Her uncle paused to search the recesses of his mind. Days kind of melded together lately. "Ah, well I actually met with them twice--"
"--when?" This time, her words came out a bit more desperate than she had wanted them to. Her heart ached for the answer. The concerned look he had worn before came back to his own grizzled features, the ones that reflected parts of her so effortlessly. Whiskered lips tightened into a line as he tried to make the date come quicker. "Well, the first time was...god, I think....whatever day it was before the night I had you close up."
Her face hardly moved as a tear left an ugly, gray streak down her cheek, eyes shutting quickly to try and blink them away. Her jaw trembled as she continued to suppress every emotion she was feeling in the moment. "And the second time?" she pushed out the question, each syllable wobbling. Pippa's knee practically vibrated as every bit of adrenaline tried to escape wherever it could. It almost took her breath away, the way she was feeling; both every horrible emotion yet dizzying numbness all in one fell swoop.
He turned to her, trying to make sense of the sudden change in her demeanor. "Pip, what is going on--"
"--The second. time."
A defeated sigh left him, deflating his large frame. "Like, two days later?" The words felt like a hot knife through her, all searing and sharp. This time, she was the one who only offered soft nods. "Who met with you?" The will to fight, to speak, to do anything was rapidly leaving her. But she had to know. Even if the truth might shatter her completely.
She could tell her uncle was giving up on trying to pry further; it was a development she welcomed as it took all of her mental strength not to just crumble right there. "I'm guessing the owners, since the last name was Livingstone. Can't remember a first name, though. Brain's not what it used to be." he tried to volley some levity, but soon continued with a harsh swallow when he was met with her vacant, barely there stare. "Uhm, but it was an older guy, I mean, a bit older than me, I'm guessing, and his son? Probably around the same age as you?" Her mind continued to buzz as Uncle Bruce continued to describe the pair, each fuzzy detail coming forward only made the picture clearer in the worst way. Bile rose in her throat as he continued describing Abel and Morris to a T. "And they both met with you? Both times?" Her last question for him lay on the table.
He shook his head, confusion still spinning in his mind. "Yeah, they were both there both times. Look, Pip, what is--"
Before he could register what happened, the bell attached to the front door was slamming against the glass of the front door, and Pippa was jumping into her car. Even as he yelled out to her, trying to follow her out, she quickly sped out of the parking lot and barreled towards her house.
The ride home felt like a dream; vision hazy at the edges, thoughts felt fuzzy, and she couldn't remember quite how she got home before coming to in her driveway. Pippa was staring at her hands, knuckles white from her intense grip on her peeling steering wheel. The crickets screamed in the night as they and the sound of her car running were the only sounds polluting the calm summer air. Those same ugly, hot tears came back up, but she couldn't even register them until they were barreling out of her in retching sobs. Every word, every action exchanged between the two was now put into question. The tender moments between them now felt like means to an end.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to break things, she wanted the world to swallow her up whole and leave no trace. But she didn't do any of those. She didn't know what to do. Emotions froze her to her spot, legs refusing to move into her house. Her hand gravitated towards her stomach once more, her other wiping away the dampness from her scorching hot cheeks. And a thought came to her head. One that made those retched sobs return once more:
"Big oof," he said laughing at the mention of being DD, "At least you're taking one for the team." Chance said with a shrug, "And your friends will get home safely too so I mean, sounds to me like you're a great friend." He for one didn't like being DD, it always ended up with him having to take care of one drunk friend who drank one too many. But if needed, he would swallow his pride and do the driving. "Surprised you guys didn't just Uber it and you can have a few drinks as well."
Her nose crinkled, nodding in agreement with his remark. "Possibly the biggest oof." Pippa listened as she stirred her drink mindlessly with her straw. A smile was drawn out of her at his next words. "That, or just really fucking gullible. Or just worked a double and open tomorrow. So many possibilities." She shrugged at his surprise. "Listen, they brought enough money for drinks and I have to be happy with that, knowing them."
"Depends...when are you free?" April raised a curious eyebrow at Pippa. She could use a good distraction and anything to avoid binge watching another Netflix show on top of that. Usually after a long day in the tattoo studio, she found herself indulging in alcohol or food, sometimes both.
"My shift ends in forty-five minutes." she lamented while wiping down the next booth. There was no harm in silly distractions like this, she figured. She and April vibed well as friends, hookups were never messy; it was safe. Comfortable. Not complicated, which was a feeling she felt herself chasing more and more these days. "Can your 'pretty ass' wait that long? Or are you going to bail on me?" Pippa smirked back at the other woman.
Abel was totally and utterly lost in her. There was nowhere he’d rather be than right here with her. There was no better high than her and he was ready now. Perhaps they needed those months apart to realise their true feelings for each other. Those three words hanging off his lips once again and this was his way of showing her, telling her just what she meant to him. What were the odds that they'd ended up here together? There was no way Morris sent him here knowing Pip was here too.
He didn’t smirk like he usually would have there was only pure adoration behind his gaze, ready to make her completely unravel. All this time he swore he didn’t know what this feeling was but it was so easy now. Neither of them were fighting it or denying. They didn’t have to voice it because the pair, deep down already knew, they were also about to start a family together. It was terrifying but Abel felt safe knowing that he was doing it with her. Every single noise she made, every breath that left her mouth made Abel weaker. The sound of their sweaty bodies crashing together now filling the diner, taking over from the damn annoying buzzing of the sign. Pippa’s words made him smile, the way she said it told him exactly how she felt and how right he’d been all along. No sassy remark followed that put her back in control. She had completely surrendered, he just hoped she knew that he was hers too.
His finger went under her jaw, thumb on her chin so her attention was still locked on him. “Cum for me, beautiful. Show me just how much you’ve missed me.” His hands went to the counter, gripping onto it for leverage as his thrusts got faster, clear he was about to totally unravel himself the way he throbbed inside her. Abel’s mouth went straight back to hers almost immediately, kissing her like a man starved and technically he was when it came to her after all these months. @pip-danvers
The shift between them this time felt like nothing before; every step that had been taken before seemed trivial compared to this moment. There was no going back from this, not after they had laid every part of themselves out for the other emotionally. They were going into this unknown, this absolute unprepared abyss, but they were going together. All these months, Pippa had been wondering what there was for her now after it seemed like everything had been ripped away from her. She had felt lost, stranded without a map. But what she hadn't considered was that her future could have been a person. The sentiment would have earned an eye roll from her not long ago. However, as they bared themselves to each other, knowing that they were completely together once again, the idea seemed a little less silly. Maybe their little unexpected family was her new future.
Her head tilted slightly up under his guidance, dark eyes focusing solely on him. The way she could feel him coming undone under her touch sparked that familiar want inside of her. His words pushed her closer to the edge, his quickened pace urging her farther. Her body continued to tighten around him, winding up tight and preparing to snap. The kiss was welcomed back as it kept her noises muffled. Hips bucked with every movement, nails dug harder into his back, but her lips still stayed on his. Suddenly, the tension snapped, and Pippa began to unravel; every muscle tightened, her grip growing stronger and pulling him close. And through her breathy expletives, a clear "Fuck, Abel." managed to pass through, hitting his lips. As she ran her high, black curls soon fell over his shoulder as her head fell into the crook of his neck, soft kisses being placed on his skin.
Ceyda was glad Pippa's uncle had stepped in to send his niece off for the night. The brunette knew the other woman's feet and back must have been aching, she would have been nauseous but weak from the lack of appetite. Then being overwhelmed about everything else too, Cey knew the woman was probably just holding on by a thread - or at least she would have been if she was in that position.
She let herself be dragged along by the other woman, Ceyda knew damn well she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear. It wasn't like she could really judge, the amount of times she went back to her abusive husband after he did her dirty was endless, but she liked to think that she was stronger than that now. The brunette sat next to her friend in the passenger seat of her car. The way Pippa left the conversation hanging in the air made the woman more suspicious. The pair had only been friends a few weeks, but they'd grown very tight over that time so she felt like she could read Pippa like a book now. "You fucked him, didn't you?" Her tone was more disappointed than anything.
Dark eyes rolled, a sigh leaving her dark rose colored lips as Cey thought about it more, truth be told she really didn't care. At this point, the pair were both very good at separating sex and feelings, she just hoped that's what Pippa did if it were the case. "It doesn't even matter," she finally said, folding her arms. "What else happened? What did he say about the baby?" @pip-danvers
"...No." she lied through her teeth. White-knuckled fingers gripped the steering wheel. Pippa was a fantastic liar, except when it came to lying to people she cared for. Once they caught on to her hiding something, it wasn't long before the truth spilled out of her. Or she'd just shut down the conversation. However, with Ceyda's eyes filled with disappointment looking over her, she could feel herself cracking. "I mean, kinda..." her words made her sound more like a guilty child than anything.
The hushed sounds of whatever CD she had gotten stuck in her CD player years ago filled the interior of the small car. Pippa's teeth sank into her bottom lip as she began to recall the night. "Well, it started with him just fucking waltzing into the place. I, of course, screamed at him to get out. He didn't listen." she lamented with a soft laugh. "After a lot of back and forth, it came out that he didn't fire me. His fucking dad did. Pretended to be him and all that shit. Didn't like that he was fucking me, I guess. My fucking big mouth also blurted out the fact I was pregnant in the middle of chewing him out." Her head lolled to face her friend, eyebrows shot up in a feigned question. "Unbelievable, right?"
She continued on with a sigh. "He said he'd be there, if I wanted him to. And I told him what I told you I would: I'd never deny him the chance to be in his own kid's life, but he has one chance and not to fuck it up." A momentary pause hung in the air before Pippa recalled the next words, still unable to comprehend that this was all happening. "He assured me he's got me." One of her hands ghosted over her stomach. "Us."
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This whole thing had been a little bit of a blur but it meant she was safe, in his arms again, so there was nothing else that mattered to him. Whether they admitted it or not, whatever they had going on between them was far more just than sex, and desire. It was everything. A grunt left his lips as his hips were pulled closer by her legs wrapping tighter around him, his hips crashing into hers with every deep, hard thrust he made, barely able to hold himself together. This was rushed, heated, passionate but somehow, still more intimate than the last time they saw each other - Abel wasn't sure if it was because he'd missed her, or his feelings had resurfaced stronger than ever, or both.
A breathy laugh exited his lips as she called him a tease, which instantly made him pick the pace of his thrusts up a little bit. Part of him was going relatively easy on her considering the time passed and simply just feeling like he was walking on eggshells (about everything else). His forehead rested against hers as the dark haired woman spoke her next breathless words. The vulnerability clear in them, and he didn't want to let her go, ever. Nothing about the last seven years had been casual, especially not now. "You're mine, Pippa." His own words, breathless and heated. She still was and he was hers. Words he'd said many times to assert his dominance, but this time they held the same weight hers did.
Both Abel's hand's found her thighs now, gripping them to stabilize both of them, but that dark gaze didn't leave her eyes, to show her that this time, him claiming her was different. His body was no longer patient, hips thrusting faster now. "Say it," lips trailing along her jaw, down her neck, marking every piece of warm skin he could find. "Say you're mine, tell me you're mine and then you can cum." His possessiveness finally kicking in in full force, hand wrapping around her throat so she was looking at him again. @pip-danvers
Once he picked up the pace out of retaliation, Pippa bit down hard on her bottom lip, keeping herself from becoming too loud. No one was there, but it was a force of habit from them doing this so many times in places they shouldn't have. The small of her back arched as he continued the hurried, passionate pace.
He'd said those words before, countless times, in moments like these. Just another part of their game. And before, she'd give some snide answer that still kept him at arm's length. It had been her modus operandi for as long as she could remember: say something that would both entice, but would keep you in complete control. It had fit perfectly into their dynamic before. But now? Now the words were genuine. They felt more like a promise than anything. They were finally meeting each other at this crossroads, and they had to make a choice. Trusting was hard, and it was always going to be hard. Trusting meant inviting hurt, she knew that. However, she didn't quite care about being hurt, knowing it was Abel saying the words to her.
A sharp noise of pleasure shot out of her mouth as his grip on her thighs tightened. She swore she could get lost in his eyes, and the genuine look ignited behind them only made her adore them more. The feeling of his kisses on her jaw made her eyes flutter as his pace continued to quicken. Her grip on both his back and his hair tightened as she found herself barely holding on. His words weren't helping her keep herself together, either. Dark eyes, lust-blown pupils rendering them even darker, looked into his own under his guidance. Pippa felt ready, ready to let the walls she had so laboriously crafted around herself come toppling down. "I'm yours." Her words were uncharacteristically soft. "Dammit, Abel, I've always fucking been yours." And before even a moment could pass, she pulled him into another desperate, wanting kiss.
Ceyda didn't know whether to believe her but she also knew when the other's limits were being pushed, so she decided to drop it for now at least. They could argue about it later, she knew how much pressure the other woman was under. Her gaze followed as Pippa's went to her non existent belly. Cey wondered if one day she'd pop and look massive, it would probably be the day before she gave birth. But it also kind of made sense considering Pippa was tall. "I can be there, if you want me to." She offered, tilting her head. "But, I think you just be honest. Your family is really going through, it Pip and they love you. They might react way better to this than you think that they're going to." Or maybe, that was the problem.
Her wary eyes widened when Pippa told her the news about the man causing all this mess to be in town. "Jesus, you could've lead with that." She huffed, folding her arms. Concern had expressed all over the woman's face because the way Pippa hid it..,made it sound like something had happened. Her eyes narrowed. "What the fuck happened?" She asked, her voice still hushed so nobody would hear. "Did you..did you tell him?" @pip-danvers
It was easier to just pretend everything was normal. Hell, she still was processing the information herself. And denial was an old habit to the woman by now, and it wasn't dying without a fight. "I appreciate that, Cey." she assured with another half smile, dropping the dishes off in the wash bucket. "And I know you're right. It's just..." Another sputtering sigh passed her lips as she brushed the loose hairs from her forehead. "Haven't exactly given them the easiest time, and now coming with this? When things are already so tough? Feel like a twat, to be honest."
Pippa should have been prepared for her friend's reaction. Though their friendship was short, the pair had already been telling each other every uncomfortable truth. She could've named one of Ceyda's past tragedies correctly before her favorite color. "I know I could have!" Her words were a hushed hiss. "But I'm telling you now. Actually, just give me a sec."
Leaning over the serving window (somehow forgetting her condition once more), Pippa yelled to her uncle. "I'm taking my lunch! I'll be back in an hour!"
A bald head, slicked with sweat and attached to broad shoulders, stuck out from behind the wall. "You haven't taken your lunch yet?" his voice was commanding, yet filled with a warmth that spoke to his gentle giant demeanor. "Pip, you've been here since open! It's almost dinner! Nah, you're going home. You've already done two closings this week and it's fucking Wednesday. I've got it."
"But -"
Her objections were soon shut down by a 'no buts', followed by a 'beat it' which was quickly joined with a 'love you' before Bruce's hand waved her away. Pippa let out a disgruntled sigh as she grabbed her bag, lightly taking Ceyda's wrist and guiding her out the employee exit. "Can we save the verbal thrashing for after I tell you what happened?" Dark eyes moved over to her friend before unlocking her car. It was only about ten years old, but the previous owner had specifically modded the car to replicate a car from the 1990s. Crank windows, no automatic lock, and a fully decked out CD player made up her car, but it was hers; it certainly looked like it too. Everyone in Cedar Point knew when it was Pippa Danvers' car driving down the road, because who else would have no less than four bumper stickers out of their dozens telling the other drivers to 'fuck off'?
Pippa slid into the front seat and quickly turned on the car (and the air, which was what she was really after), scrambling to turn down the blaring levels of her music. "Okay, where were we?" Her teeth ground against her lip as she tried to replay her friend's questions. "Oh, right. Yes. I did tell him." Her fingers drummed against her steering wheel. There was obviously more to the story, but she was unsure if she wanted to admit what had transpired between the two fully.
