Handwavily, Jeremy and George had caught
meta for The Graduate at a movie theater on the mainland. It had been... Well, they hadn't exactly caught that much of it, to be honest. But the opening credits had looked good! Really, top notch! Or something. Whatever. Movie theaters were dark and the back row was made for way better things than actually watching a movie. Hey, Jeremy could probably get a private showing of just about any movie with little more than a snap of his fingers, so, why bother resisting the temptation to make out, right?
It had been totally worth it.
And they were progressing to the second part of the date now, and that was coffee. "That is one kickass dress, by the way," Jeremy said, as he was holding the door open for George, entering some random, sort of fancy (but not too fancy) coffee place. "I think we make a pretty dashing pair."
From a guy wearing a flashy
suit (as requested!) to a movie and coffee date, that was par for the course.
[ooc: NFB due to off-islandness, and just for the daaate who I just modded with kind permission!]
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Date: 2011-11-04 09:57 pm (UTC)She paused to pose, dramatically, in her dress, which might be kind of fancy for a movie-and-coffee date but hello, he was going to wear the Ferragamo again. She had to step it up a bit to match.
"Still not as awesome as the suit," she said. "Probably way less expensive. Except you said rich people get shit for free. Was it a free suit? You have to tell me if it was, or else that's cheating."
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Date: 2011-11-04 10:10 pm (UTC)He'd acquired quite a few new suits over his two recent trips back home.
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Date: 2011-11-04 10:22 pm (UTC)"So rich people get discounts and poor people pay full price," she sighed, teasingly. "How am I supposed to keep up? I work at a record store. I mean, the employee discount is sweet, but I can't be a sugarmama on that kind of salary. Not unless you want to be a kept man on the cheap."
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Date: 2011-11-04 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-04 11:27 pm (UTC)She wasn't aggressive or violent or anything, just ... antisocial.
"What about you?" she asked. "Nerd? Jock? Slacker?"
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Date: 2011-11-04 11:32 pm (UTC)Or, you know, so many that Tripp Darling had no choice but to send them to a boarding school outside the city.
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Date: 2011-11-04 11:35 pm (UTC)And now she was back in high school again. That was weird.
"How did you get kicked out? Set something on fire?"
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Date: 2011-11-04 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-04 11:46 pm (UTC)She bit her lip. "My life is ... really fucking complicated."
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Date: 2011-11-05 12:09 am (UTC)His wasn't, really. He just sometimes thought it was.
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Date: 2011-11-05 12:19 am (UTC)Like Mason. Drilling a hole in his head, looking for the ultimate high. okay, so maybe 'interesting' was a synonym for 'pathetic,' but hey.
"So ... if you don't have a favorite band, does that mean you don't have a favorite movie, either?"
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Date: 2011-11-05 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-05 05:12 pm (UTC)"I don't know," she admitted. She wasn't coming up with much of anything, except late-night cartoons.
"Except ... you know what's really fun?" she asked, leaning in. "When you're really bored on a Sunday afternoon, and you find a local channel that's re-running a really shitty movie from the 70s as the Sunday Movie. One that you know that they got for like three bucks because they have nothing else to put on. And you only tune in halfway through, so you don't know why those two people are bickering so much, and it take you fifteen minutes to figure out that they're the couple that was using the trip to try to repair their marriage, except it just came out that he was cheating. But he says he's sorry, and that's how you know he's gonna try to sacrifice himself for her the next time the water level goes up. Oh, and it's a disaster movie, like the Neptune Incident or the Gigantic Blaze."
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Date: 2011-11-05 08:59 pm (UTC)He thought he could make anything look good. It didn't mean there weren't things he really didn't want to wear.
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Date: 2011-11-05 09:28 pm (UTC)She leaned just as far across the table, feeling ... almost giddy. Were dates always like this? No wonder people liked them so much.
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Date: 2011-11-05 10:37 pm (UTC)Hmm.
"Been arrested."
His turn?
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Date: 2011-11-05 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-05 10:46 pm (UTC)It was way harder to get detention here. You had to put out actual effort.
"The teachers just don't appreciate our genius," she decided. "Or how little of a shit we give."
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Date: 2011-11-05 11:05 pm (UTC)He would've liked to attribute the lack of detention on his own mellowing out, but no, it was harder to get it at their school.
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Date: 2011-11-05 11:15 pm (UTC)Apathy Club wasn't much for -- well. Anything.
"Hypothetically," she continued -- and she panicked, realizing that she hadn't planned on saying this until the words started leaving her lips -- "would you be upset if I was keeping secrets? Is that a big deal?"
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Date: 2011-11-05 11:44 pm (UTC)He was a Darling; that statement was in his blood.
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Date: 2011-11-06 12:02 am (UTC)Gosh, that was very sensitive, George.
"It's weird," she said. "Weird the way that -- I dunno. People here have fucking wings or are secretly aliens or, like, my old roommate was missing his face and was on fire all the time. Everybody has secrets. But I don't want you to, like, freak out. Um. And then stop wanting to kiss me."
Or, conversely, freak out about kissing the dead girl.
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Date: 2011-11-06 12:13 am (UTC)"What could you possibly tell me that would make me wanna stop kissing you?," he asked, quite rightly. "I seriously like kissing you, George. I basically paid a movie theater to kiss you for two hours."
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Date: 2011-11-06 12:38 am (UTC)"I died," George said, abruptly. She had only pulled back from the kiss a split second before, and had retreated a bare inch or two. Her eyes were still squeezed shut. "I got hit by debris from a space station and now I'm dead."
No way could she open her eyes now. They were staying glued shut. She might see him run away, if she opened them.
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Date: 2011-11-06 01:00 am (UTC)He wasn't running away. He also wasn't really getting it yet, either. He was, however, staring at her in an owlish, confused manner from the very close proximity.
"Wh-- huh?"
Yeah.
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Date: 2011-11-06 01:14 am (UTC)George slumped back in her seat and bit her lower lip, not looking up at him. Just because her eyes were open didn't mean she had to look at him.
"I'm a reaper," she said. "... Sorry."
She wasn't sure if she was apologizing for not telling him sooner, or for telling him at all. Or maybe for, well, being dead. Although if he was upset about that, the line started behind her.
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Date: 2011-11-06 01:25 am (UTC)He was still looking more confused than anything else.
"You, uh, look good."
For a dead person.
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Date: 2011-11-06 01:43 am (UTC)She wasn't sure if it was better to talk, or wait for him to process more? But he mentioned about her looking good, for being dead, so maybe she should explain about, uh, not being a zombie. Maybe.
"Most people ... they, uh. They die, and then their soul gets taken to see their lights, and they move on to what's next. And some people die and don't get the lights, because they have to wait around showing other people their lights. It's like the worst job ever, you don't get a say in it, everybody blames you, and you don't even get paid for it. And if you try to save somebody, it screws up the cosmic order, and you just have to fucking deal with it, and ... um ... then you fucking ... announce shit in a coffee shop and ... um ... ruin dates."
... Good. That probably helped, George. A lot.
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Date: 2011-11-06 02:01 am (UTC)"I don't think this date is ruined," he offered.
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Date: 2011-11-06 02:12 am (UTC)"... How ..."
Um.
"This is kind of ..."
Jeremy was not on a date with a very eloquent girl. He should have realized that one ahead of time.
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Date: 2011-11-06 02:23 am (UTC)"Well, you know," he started, now that he was starting to regain control of his brain again. "I mean, it's not like you're a zombie, right? And you're not a dude. And, and, uh... And okay, I don't really get what you are, uh, professionally and also on the living to dead scale, but, but you're George. Right? You're George, and your dress is maximum, and I still like you, so... Date's not ruined."
Ramble some more, Jeremy.
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Date: 2011-11-06 02:39 am (UTC)... good. That was perfect, right there, that was definitely helpful. She should just duct tape her mouth shut.
"I get that it ... might be weird," she added. "With -- whatever."
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Date: 2011-11-06 01:54 pm (UTC)Because she was dead. Except she was living and breathing and talking about taking his suit off with her teeth, which meant she was lucky his brain hadn't gotten jammed again.
"But, I don't... I don't think it changes things? That much."
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Date: 2011-11-07 08:28 am (UTC)Um. So much for the gallows humor. Now was a good time to pick up her very-neglected coffee and take a long, long sip.
"I get that it's huge," she said. "I mean ... if you need time, or whatever. We can just ..."
Hmmm. "You tell me," she decided.
If he wanted to just ... walk home, and think about it, or take some time off, or even say he was taking time off in order to sound polite when he bailed. That would kind of be totally legit at this point.
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:55 pm (UTC)Yeah, Jeremy was a slight loss for words. This was not really something he'd ever had to deal with the socialites back home.
"Can I still... walk you home?"
When in doubt, he opted for the polite. And hopefully a little reassuring. Even though he was probably going to take a while to process this.
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Date: 2011-11-08 12:00 am (UTC)"I'd like that," she said.
She wasn't going to push. She was going to give him space, and wait for him to come to her. If he did.
He may decide he wasn't okay with it, and she had to be okay with that, and that was one of those growing-up things she had to do, which was ironic what with being dead and all. It was only fair that he know. She figured. But it didn't make it hurt any less to think that he might never want to see her again.
Now really wasn't the time to sit and be stupid or emo. Now was the time to wrap her coat around herself and offer him the best smile she could manage.
"Let's get out of here."