#tansy|interaction.

while she sips on a glass of champagne that costs more than she could ever afford, tansy regards them with a look that is supposed to appear warm when in reality she's still trying to figure them out. they've spent a fair amount of time together now and while this all started as a simple means to an end for her, somewhere along the line it's started to develop into... something else. she stretches out a hand, fingertips gentle as she slides them over the back of theirs. "you should let me cover tonight, you're always treating me," she insists, even if it is supposed to be more of a test in just how interested they are in her.

"i've been watching my step, thanks." though that proves to be a pretty hard task even for someone as meticulous as tansy. it's like playing hopscotch the effort that she has to go to in order to find a clean patch of grass. "of course i don't but that's what google is for," she explains somewhat dismissively, giving a little wave of her hand, "and you of course. i'm sure you're pretty well-versed in everything that goes on around here, right?" she does flash braxton a little bit of a smile but she doubts it'll be something that's reciprocated.

"for some reason i'm attracted to you... and believe it or not, that confuses even me."

“everyone is downstairs…” the slightly problematic thing about her words is that tansy doesn’t sound worried by that prospect. in fact, he sounds excited. she draws herself in closer to them despite the fact that she knows it’s a bad idea. they both do. probably. “so, if we’re going to do this,” which at this point there’s really no if about it — especially not when she lets herself lean in to let her lips graze their neck, “we have to be quick.”

“can’t say it is. i was ready for… fields and flowers. a few cute lambs to cuddle with. this is…” not that. tansy doesn't finish her train of thought and instead breathes out a sigh before glancing towards them. at least there’s something good to look at around here. “there’s also just nothing out here, you know?” she could always drive back into town but she doesn’t feel she fits in there much either. this whimsical idea she had isn’t all she thought it would be.

“so... yesterday you were following 312 people on instagram. today? 313.” glancing up from her phone, tansy raised her eyebrows. “who’s the new bitch?” 

“tiff! tiffin!” for once in her life, tansy actually seemed embarrassed as she tried to pry her cat away from where she was lingering around their legs. “sorry. she’s not usually this clingy to anyone but me. guess she likes having you around.” she wasn’t the only one.

the last few months of doing... whatever she’d been doing with joon had been nice. the only problem was that they’d fallen into a bit of a routine; spending time together and ending up in bed. that hardly sounded like a problem but given the fact they were only friends tansy felt like things were getting a little too serious. she’d had to stop herself from kissing him out of habit when they’d initially met up that day — it definitely felt like it was becoming too much. “so,” she started, inhaling deeply, “i was hoping we might uh... talk? about things?”