diomandetm:
𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 . after all , what does that say about him ? yet , it comes as no surprise ; romeo knows he has quite the reputation and the wrap sheet to match , an endless list of loveless nights spent with names forgotten . “ oui — yes ! come on , mon amie , the only law major i’ve been with … at least , i think he is , ” even he has a hard time recalling ; he couldn’t be sure . “ you say that , until your wild girl antics get you in trouble , and you need to make sure you don’t end up in one of those pretty , orange jumpsuits , ” looks her up and down and continues , “ it’s really not your colour . ” finishing off the glass of red , in one swift motion , he picks up what’s left of the bottle and pours out the remains — not without offering her a refill . “ you think i should have fucked the father as well ? believe me , i tried . i suppose some people are less susceptible to my charms . who would have known ? ” lips press against the rim of the glass , and he almost chokes at her apparent disgust , taking mock offence . “ what ? so , you don’t like being associated with me in a romantic sense ? trust me , you could do worse . ”
“ what on earth do you mean , ‘ not my colour? ’ ” a look of petulance darts across her face like a bolt of particularly ferocious lightning . she’s always taken any slight , real or imagined , as a full-blown , personal attack . from her dear romeo , however , the sting is somewhat less potent . he can say the things that no one else can and not have his head torn off as a result . “ the father , yes . but i just don’t think the breakdown of his parents’ marriage is equal to ruining a perfectly lovely dior sweater . ” evidently , they both take their sartorial choices very seriously . “ most marriages end in divorce these days . ” she says it with a nonchalant roll of her shoulders , as though the collapse of a decades long relationship was about as regretful as knocking over a glass of champagne . béatrice has so little concept of what a committed , steady , NORMAL relationship really means that it all seems rather ridiculous to her . “ besides , it’s just not very imaginative . sleeping with the mother , i mean . ” a teasing tut slips past her glossy doll lips . “ i reckon you can do better next time , ro ro . ” she adds contemplatively , eyebrows darting upward as if to say ‘ you know i’m right. ’ " i object to being called a girlfriend . it's really nothing to do with you , mon petit chou . " béatrice waves long , slender fingers dismissively , as though the statement isn't irritatingly vague .
