#thread: anke

anke sighs when she realizes she can’t get the zipper up on this dress by herself and makes her way to carter’s room, not even bothering to knock as she lets herself in. “i need help with my dress. unless i can talk you into skipping tonight and staying in instead?” she really doesn’t feel like dealing with her parents tonight. or his. or the people they’ll be paraded in front of like show dogs.

Anke pulls her hand back when Carter looks up at her, resting it on her own lap instead. She bites back her initial instinct to give a snippy answer, reminding herself that she’s trying to be nice because he seems upset. “I was trying to be comforting,” she answers, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. “I know we’re not normally big into talking about, well, anything really, but you seem pretty upset so if you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”

“I just want one more drink before we leave, Sloane! Just one! And I’m already on the way to the bar with Pips so you can’t stop me!” Anke said, taking Pippa’s hand and pulling her over to the bar to get another drink. She was just having so much fun out with her girls so she wanted to make it last as long as possible.

“So how was Duck’s thing last night? He wasn’t too disappointed that you were the one who showed up, was he?” she lightly teased, adjusting in her spot on his couch as she tucked her feet up next to her. She ran her hand through her hair and smiled over at Asher, happy that they were able to find some time to get together after having to cancel plans the day before.

[text: carter 💞] i’m about three seconds from causing a scene. i need you to talk shit with and keep me calm. also so i could maybe try and get a little handsy while betsy tells me about her bullshit life.

anke rolls over in bed and reaches out for carter, frowning when she realizes he's not there. she stretches and gets up, fumbling in the dark for her slippers before she makes her way out into the halway, trying to figure out which room he might be in. she sees the light and knocks on the door, leaning on the door jamb. "you're not in bed. i came looking for you."

anke shakes her head, trying to dismiss it. “it’s stupid. i shouldn’t, it’s,” she sighs, running her hands through her hair. she wants to just shut down, but she knows it’s not going to help or do any good. especially when carter is trying to reach out to her. “my mother noticed we’re getting along better now,” she says, starting to get up from her spot before sitting back down. “and she suggested we actually set a wedding date soon,” this is the last she can tell him while looking at him. “and it’s stupid, and i know it’s stupid, but i guess with how things have been going, i sort of forgot this was all a show for them, to make them look good, for keeping up appearances and i don’t know, i’d forgotten it wasn’t real.”