la vie en rose.

bridie / twenty / modelling my way into the hearts of no one

[jessestjms]

slowly over me // bresse

[bridiecoughlan]

 jessestjms:

You know me, I’m a nice girl.

He was more than aware of that fact, which was one of the primary reasons he didn’t completely (or at all) understand how it was that the two of them had ended up becoming soulmates; Bridie was definitely getting the short end of the stick between the two of them, it was ridiculous, all too obvious to everyone who knew that the two of them were together, and aware of the grouch that was Jesse St. James. At least she wasn’t getting dragged down by his notoriety, clearly her kindness was more than making up for his lack of.“Depends on how we’re categorizing ‘wildest fantasies’. Could be absolutely nuts wild or… sexual… wild…?” That felt weird to say, despite the fact that the two of the were together and he didn’t really make any attempts to hide that he was fairly…passionate… about her, but Jesse was joking, at least that was clear. “Spiderman can fit into both types if we really wanted it to.”

That seemed to change when Bridie kissed him on their way to the dancefloor though, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he reciprocated, however briefly. He loved her, he made no qualms of showing that,but what they had now was something so new, both in that it was still relatively recent and it was unlike any relationship he had ever had before (if what he had with Rachel and that girl from Carmel High could be considered relationships, something about him being an overly dramatic teen who got into a number of really weird… adventures muddying the waters), that public displays of affection felt… too cloy. Not that he didn’t like it… or that he didn’t want a repeat of it… or something much more than just a peck… a full on makeout session maybe?

“Offended? Hmm…no? But you’re about to be once you get a taste of my sweet, sweet dance moves. I hope you know what you got yourself into, Coughlan,”he meant for his words to come off as a joke, and indeed, they were, but some of the typical Jesse competitiveness still seeped in, imbuing him with this need to prove that his mouth wasn’t running checks that his body couldn’t cash…or his hips, in this case, as he proceeded to shake them in her direction.

To make up for it, he made a point to be a little too comical in his movements, to allow her to slowly ease into the dance, to remember that he was there with her, not as the Jesse that the glee clubs knew, the one who wanted to one up them on every stage, but as the Jesse that just wanted to have a good time with his girlfriend… even though she’d come too close once or twice in driving her elbow to his chest, but hey, as long as she was having fun. What made that clear was the way that he only had eyes for her, where before he would be tempted to look out to the crowd, to see if they were noticing him and how great he was. “Bridie, you have way more reasons to dump me thanI do you… and your moves? Unbelievable, out of this world even. If you weren’t already my girlfriend, I’d ask you for your number right now.”

"Hey, they’re your fantasies. So I leave that interpretation up to you.” Another great thing about Jesse was that his wildest fantasies in regards to dancing, in an extremely public location, definitely didn’t have those leanings. Clearly the bar was on the floor if she was counting that as a plus, but. When it came to private dancing, well, maybe when they were actually alone and she was more sober she’d ask him about those. She recognized that she didn’t get drunk often, despite being surrounded by alcohol on a near constant basis. For her, the more she was exposed to free liquor, the easier it was to say no. She could always have a drink some other time, was the reasoning, when she was actually in the mood. Jesse didn’t yet know exactly what to expect from her when she was drinking, but certainly nothing that out there. Or even interesting, frankly. She was just her, but more. “You say that like there’s not a whole superhero category on PornHub. And you don’t even have to force Spider-Man to be sexy. Like, I mean, fast forward through all the versions where he’s a teenager and there you go.” She’s not sure if that made any sense, but maybe that was for the best.

It was so annoying to be at a joyous, literal celebration of love, and feel in some way anxious about showing her love for her Actual Soulmate just because people who she, also, cared about didn’t like him. Their feelings were...valid, to say the least. More valid than she would ever fully grasp or even accept, because to her, Jesse was...her person and if a single thing about him changed he wouldn’t be as perfect for her as he was. But obviously he had changed, in some ways, and she’d like to believe that her feelings for him and the way she talked about him proved that. Surely they could concede that a high school rivalry didn’t mean they knew him the way she did. She didn’t think much of the kiss, since one of alcohol’s side-effects was more open affection on her part, but she was happy that he didn’t pull away. If he was willing to, maybe, ignore the kinds of people they were more or less surrounded by right now, then said people could ignore them in return...right?

She wanted to nod solemnly in response, but she was too far gone for that. Instead, she just laughed and gripped his hand even tighter, using it to pull herself closer to him. Did she kind of actually fall on him more than she intended? Perhaps. “I won’t be offended that my boyfriend is a good dancer. Just gives me more to brag about.” Sometimes she wondered how he described her to people, if he just said she was a model and left it at that. It seemed like the kind of thing he would do and she didn’t even mind it. She was probably just a little too enthusiastic when she told people about him, particularly because they didn’t have any preconceived notions like all the people who met Jesse before she did. In a strange way, she would have loved to have met him in high school. She’s thought about it before, stopping him mid-lyric during a show just because she happened to be sitting in the front row. Maybe she read too many cheesy YA books back then, but she felt that obviously the power of love and destiny could teach a dumb boy about what his priorities should be. And she would have saved Rachel from that evil egg! Oh, well.

He was joking, mostly, maybe. Just like she had been joking. But she liked having an excuse to flatter him. It was...ironic, if she could even call it that? That Jesse chased praise from strangers and pretty much everyone and of course he liked when she complimented him, she could see it in his eyes and often his smile in response, but weirdly the sincerity of her compliments seemed to throw him off, somehow. “Hey,” she said, and paused her dangerous dancing in favor of grabbing him by the face. “I can’t think of a single reason to dump you. Okay? Also, I love you.” It seemed the only logical thing to do after that was lean up and kiss him, even though there was a vast difference between the dance floor and a table somewhere along the fringes. Without any smoothness or subtlety whatsoever, she broke the kiss with a grin and started a more restrained version of her previous dancing. “Let’s be honest. I bet decent dancing was at the top of your soulmate checklist. But graceless short girl who somehow got into modeling is nearly as good.”

[jessestjms]

slowly over me // bresse

[bridiecoughlan]

 jessestjms:

It wasn’t technically cheating if he agreed to dance with her, right? Knowing that it was something that she wasn’t all that open about to him just yet and that her current state of inebriation might just be enough to blur that line enough for her to agree to it with him? Jesse was, of course, more than willing to showcase his talent on the matter, though he was finding it more and more disconcerting to be around a handful of people who would probably love to give him a piece of their mind if it wasn’t in the middle of a wedding, people whose dance moves he’d criticized on more than one occasion (though never Chang, that much he can admit out loud). And there was nobody else that he wanted to dance with more than Bridie right now - not that he had much by way of options, but regardless of, it was one of the reasons he’d agreed to go with her. Going to a wedding with someone was more or less a sign that things were on the up and up, as far as he knew, and sure they were soulmates and he was her boyfriend and all, but events like these made it all feel more organic than anything. Dancing with her? In front of people? He could just melt if he wasn’t so… you know, acutely aware of public perception.

“Yes you did, and you asked very nicely, but not so…,” Soberly. Was that a word? He didn’t want to sell her short and fully commit to the idea that she’d lost control of herself and her decisions just because she’d had a few drinks; she did seem to really want to dance with him and she wasn’t slurring her words or stumbling over her own feet, those were good and promising signs. Jesse flipped his hand over so hers was in it, gently closing his fingers around her smaller ones while shaking his head. “Forget that, you’re right. But I want it noted that 1) you asked, 2) that you acknowledged that you’re the one who asked and 3) that you don’t know what my wildest fantasies are about your alleged terrible dance moves so really, you have no idea whether the truth is worse, therefore you are a liar and owe me one movie choice.”

He could be a little less… himself, he supposed, and for that Jesse did feel slightly bad that she had him as her soulmate. Here Bridie was, having somehow made friends of people she shouldn’t really know, enough to have ended up being invited to their wedding, people who coincidentally were from his hometown and his show choir rivals, and he’d just pouted in a corner like a belligerent kid. Boring as it was to have a mirror personality as a soulmate, at least it would mean she could have someone to talk to people with like normal couples did. Perhaps if this had been any other person with that any other person’s other friends, Jesse would have made more of an effort to be half human, but alas, poor Yorick.

Getting to his feet, Jesse smiled and took her hand, letting himself be pulled at first before eventually speeding up his steps the closer they got to the center of the floor so that they were walking side by side. “I really should have bribed them for a slow song once they saw us walking out. Do you think they have any West Side Story?”

“You know me, I’m a nice girl.” She snorted. “Well, unless your wildest fantasies feature me flying through the air à la Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark, I think I might surprise you. But fine, noted.” Bridie wasn’t dense: she knew the people here, even the ones she considered friends, didn’t want to hear about her relationship with Jesse. Sometimes Rachel asked how they were doing, just as a general kind of statement, so Bridie didn’t go into detail. But if she were to talk about him, they would be surprised to hear how extraordinarily considerate he was when it came to her and her feelings. It was obvious that he always wanted the best for her -- she couldn’t even get annoyed by how hard she was pushing just to get him to dance, something he typically loved doing. 

Bridie would and could defend Jesse to anyone if necessary, but she also recognized that she had never really met the Jesse who had managed to call an entire glee club his enemy. It was partly due to age, maturing, and even those who knew him in high school could admit that people changed. They themselves had changed, after all. It was also because she alone had the initials that belonged to him on her wrist and one of her very special privileges was that he often found her annoying quirks cute and the same was true in reverse. He would also never dare belittle her or make her think less of herself. If she was being honest, the way she was around him was probably unrecognizable to the people she had grown up with, too.

Although it was no surprise when he took her hand, Bridie couldn’t help but squeal and pull him down for a quick kiss before dragging him out to the dance floor. She turned her head to look at him when he spoke, then shot a look at the DJ booth. “Should I be offended?” As any high school boy who had been to a dance with a girl could vouch for, one of the perks of slow dancing was being able to hold your date close to you. But another perk was not needing to really dance but rather sway, which was the way she interpreted his remark. Probably he was smart to think this way, but she couldn’t conquer her fears with a slow dance. “I’m sure there’ll be one while we’re out here. Knowing Eve, I actually wouldn’t be surprised, but I think we may be out of luck.”

Once they procured a suitable spot, Bridie found herself feeling much shyer than she had just moments ago when she forced her boyfriend out onto the dance floor, but she tried not to show it. “If you dump me for showing you up on the dance floor, I hope we can still stay friends,” she joked before starting to dance to the up-tempo Top 40 song currently blaring from the speakers. Most of the movement was coming from her elbows, which made her look like she was doing an altered version of the chicken dance, but with alternating arms. Honestly, the worst thing about her dancing was the danger it presented to those nearest her.

[jessestjms]

slowly over me // bresse

[jessestjms]

There was an almost childish quality to the way that Jesse would steal glances at the people around him, especially if he dared himself to take a peek at the New Directions group that roared with laughter every now and then over a joke he was sure was something stupid if only he had bionic hearing to witness it. Slowly but surely his eyes would wander, inch by inch, careful in case anyone was watching him, and when they finally reached the group, he felt he could only look at them for a maximum of ten seconds before he twisted away fast in what could only be a comical display of guilt. Really, it was just this horrible feeling of displacement that him acting out of his comfort zone. Truth be told, Jesse had never really felt like he belonged in all the places that he’d had to make himself fit: at home, in his high school, with Vocal Adrenaline, New York, NYADA and now here; he was awkward and alone, even if Bridie had held his hand through most of the night. The stage was his only comfort and it surprised him during the production of Spring Awakening how even then he felt gawky and graceless, but in a good way. Unlike right now, where he was willing himself to dissipate into the air into absolute nothingness… with maybe a letter of apology to Bridie left on the table, so she wouldn’t miss him.

By this point Jesse had probably swirled his wine glass a dozen times and only realized it when he caught the eye of an old man a table over, watching him in amusement. Squinting suspiciously at him, he made to finally drink when Bridie’s sudden appearance made his arm flop, the glass contents spilling to the side of the glass and dripping unto the white table. The brief panic on his features was quickly replaced by a bemused grin when he looked at Bridie and the cheesy, cheeky smile across her face. Honestly? This little instant alone could’ve made the whole night worth it and while part of him wanted to tell her that she might regret all that champagne the next day, he also wanted to milk the moment, relish the sudden surge of adrenaline and the loud thumping of his heart as he let go of his glass and wrapped his arms around her, her hands in his. 

“I’m not bored now at least.” was all he said, making his best attempt at an innocent smile that he knew failed horribly. Except maybe she was tipsy enough not to notice? “You… want to dance? I mean, you know me, I’d take every opportunity to show up everyone with my moves…” He remembered he was at a wedding and cut himself short, looking around to see if anyone else had heard him. Thankfully there was only the old man watching him and he doubted he could hear even the person sitting next to him, let alone a couple a table over. “What I meant was I’d love to take the opportunity to dance for… the newly married couple…? I’m definitely not going to show them up at their own wedding.” Jesse’s hand cupped Bridie’s chin, his thumb caressing her warm and slightly red cheek. “Are you sure you want to? If this is just you feeling pressured to get me off my feet cause all I’m doing is sulk, then don’t feel like you have to. Even if I’d love to see your sweet dance moves that I’m sure aren’t as bad as you make them out to be.”

[bridiecoughlan]

She grinned first for cheering him up in any tiny way she could and second for the fact that he (sort of, technically?) accepted her offer. Bridie liked to dance in settings where she was...alone or with a very small number of trusted people. It was silly, and the irony wasn’t lost on her, that someone with her profession should feel embarrassed about how she looked on the dance floor. There were pictures of her (tastefully) nude on the internet, but dancing, oh no, that’s going too far. It wasn’t just silly and ironic, it was fairly dumb but she was young and had always thought she would have time to conquer this great fear or whatever it was. But Jesse wasn’t just anyone, so if she couldn’t even dance in front of or with him, what chance did she ever have? Yes, this was a setting full of talented and trained dancers, but having seen a few competition vids with Eve or Kurt in the past, she knew that a lot of the show choir kids weren’t dancers -- they were singers. She’d rather die than sing in front of any of them, but dancing? Pff.

Maybe the universe had hoped that Bridie would scold Jesse whenever he was being exceptionally Jesse, but that just wasn’t her thing. She actually liked it when he was puffed up and confident, or determined to outshine everyone else in the room. Primarily because he could, because he actually had the talent to back up boasts and threats alike. Being tipsy didn’t hurt either, in this scenario. She did appreciate him understanding that a wedding was about the bride and groom, but really the actual wedding had ended long ago so the reception was fair game. It was probably impossible in a room full of divas and rival choirs not to feel a competitive charge in the air. “I asked, didn’t I??” Bridie put her hand on his and nodded slowly. “So yes, I’m sure. My moves are far worse than anything from your wildest fantasies, but wedding receptions were pretty much invented for embarrassing dancing.” 

It was actually true that she was probably doing this more to put him at ease than to face her fears, but what was wrong with that? She’d brought him here so the least she could do was make the experience less than miserable. Ideally, it would be nice if this became an occasion for Jesse to patch things up with the people from his past and move on since they were no longer in high school, but she knew that was a pipe dream. Even if she tended to get along with everyone well enough, that didn’t hold true for everyone, and Jesse’s attention and affection being hard-fought was something she kind of loved about him. Especially since she got so much of it.

Bridie climbed from his lap almost as suddenly as she had fallen into it and held out a hand for him. “Let’s hit the dance floor!” Her tone was much more excited than she felt, but it hadn’t come out forced. 

[bridiecoughlan]

texts // bridie

Stevie: yes

Stevie: that sounds pretty complicated but if you can find a way to break into my house, sure, go for it. where are you going to get the illegal substances though? i have a hard time picturing you in a back alley drug deal.

Stevie: i thought so too! yeah so... the fact that he's been around this long and also hasn't found me tells me the feeling about not wanting to meet is probably pretty mutual. maybe he's dating someone or maybe he doesn't want to date like me. maybe he's already married! pfffft. i'm plenty happy already.

Bridie: well in movies and shit fake marriage eventually leads to real love so you may as well fake marry your soul mate

Bridie: don't tell me nobody has ever offered you drugs

Bridie: maybe he IS in a relationship, but maybe he's waiting for that to end as naturally as it can. maybe he just has a really terrible sense of direction. there are a million reasons why you haven't met. this city is huge. i know. but meeting him wouldn't make you less happy.

[marcomillions]

“I usually do, but just forget them this morning. Our apartment ran out of hot water, my roommate left before waking me up, and then it was just more chaos. I don’t have a lot of time to read, but a newspaper or magazine will probably be enough.”

[bridiecoughlan]

“That’s the worst. You sure he didn’t wake you up but then you fell back asleep? ...Probably.”

[bridiecoughlan]

texts // bridie

Stevie: it's the logical thing to do.

Stevie: trust me, i said that. but i guess it doesn't matter because he's just my brother. the longer i've been taking care of lex, the more i see how screwed up our custody system is. letting an unfit parent take care of him and ripping him out of high school, a high school that he loves, is apparently better?? okay sure.

Stevie: my plan was to just follow my wrist around nyc. i know he's somewhere in the state and i've successfully avoided him for like, what, a year? but i'm not actually gonna go do that bc that would be completely crazy, right? i need you to tell me this is a stupid idea and i shouldn't actually entertain it out of desperation.

Bridie: but is it

Bridie: do you want me to plant some illegal substances on your dad?? because i'm not sure how, but i'll do it. that would probably turn the tide in your favor.

Bridie: that sounds nice and normal. from my recollection, you told ME about it around the time i met jesse, so yeah. it is a dumb idea...i mean, i know you don't ACTUALLY want to meet this guy. but i also know that it's a marriage that would last and you would be happy if you just let yourself.

[marcomillions]

“I didn’t think people actually tried to talk to you on the subway. But of course, the horror story happened. My heart really does go out to that woman who had her small business shut down but. still. It’s probably earbuds that makes all the difference.”

[bridiecoughlan]

"You didn’t have earbuds or headphones?? Rookie mistake. A book works, too, but that’s only about 45% as effective. I usually go for a combo."

[bridiecoughlan]

texts // bridie

Stevie: or i could skip that step and just hire someone to marry me.

Stevie: i genuinely have no idea. you would obviously be my first choice if i had to get married anyway. it's just ridiculous. like okay, i'm a model, but it's not like i'm out partying constantly or never home. lex's life rocks. how can a jury not see that? he's found what he actually wants to do with his life because of my job and my dad is pretty much the definition of incompetent. he gets a steady job and suddenly wants lex back? i can't let that happen.

Stevie: that wouldn't be fair to him for reasons i refuse to acknowledge. i'll just go find my soul mate and propose to him on the spot.

Bridie: ugh i GUESS

Bridie: there are plenty of working models who have kids, anyways: adriana lima, doutzen kroes, alessandra ambrosio...and it's not like lex is a little kid. most teenagers don't spend much time around their legal guardians.

Bridie: but maybe you'll have to, on the off-chance that your foolproof plan to find your soul mate doesn't pan out.

[bridiecoughlan]

texts // bridie

Stevie: i don't have any employees or that might not be too bad of an idea.

Stevie: my dad wants custody and he apparently has a really good shot despite his past crap because he's lex's actual dad, blah blah. the lawyer said my lifestyle makes me "look too busy to care for him" and made a joke about how if i got married i'd have a better shot because juries love two parent homes because this is apparently happening in a lifetime movie from the 50s. did lifetime even exist in the 50s?

Bridie: hire and then marry your personal assistant

Bridie: not sure on the lifetime thing, but...seriously??? how do they feel about two parents of the same gender? because i would happily marry you if it would mean lex gets to stay here. if this really is the 50s, though, i'm assuming that's not going to cut it.

Bridie: i'm sure graham would marry you if you asked nicely. or rudely, even.

[bridiecoughlan]

texts // bridie

Stevie: i met with a lawyer today and he made a joke but now i'm half considering putting an ad on craigslist to get someone to marry me.

Stevie: this is a strange text with no context and i've barely slept the past 24 hours i'm in full on crisis mode.

Bridie: if only you were able to force an employee to marry you. that worked out well for everyone in The Proposal

Bridie: okay getting serious now, what did he say???

[listening-weird-blog]

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Missing Parts // Jeff Pianki

[jessestjms]

Shit, yeah! Know what, it’s weird that I actually remember seeing that movie. All I remember is that there was a talking lion though, so I don’t actually know if there were talking animals or just that… one… animal. To be honest, I still have to scribble your name on my arm. If I didn’t, I’d just call you BC all the time. Wait… it’s a world? I thought Harry Potter was just around England. I don’t know why it’s very comforting that someone’s going to avenge me on the off chance of my untimely and mysterious death, but thanks. Clearly they don’t have a heart as big as yours too. [this is where he gives her a cheesy smile and wiggles his eyebrows bc hes trying to flatter her] Just pretend that it’s a live action version of The Nightmare Before Christmas if The Nightmare Before Christmas had an actual skeleton Gene Kelly starring in it. [gives her a blank look for a full minute before rolling his eyes bc WOW HOW RUDE HONESTLY but he thinks its cute but that doesnt make it any less rude rowan] That was a really good moment for you to have said something like ‘Oh, you’re not an ass, Jesse!’ but of course you took the other road. [shrugs again bc this is actually a very sensitive topic for him esp considering how he flunked outta ucla for being an idiot] I know it shouldn’t matter, really, cause a lot of the best movies are about that whole ‘trying and trying until you succeed’ stuff, but it really put me in a funk when that happened to me. And I couldn’t go home because my brother would’ve been an ass about it… and my sister, and maybe my dad a little. But you’re right. Getting in after I already met you made it better somehow. I mean… I got to tell someone who actually cared and not just… people who would’ve faked being happy for me. [smiles sheepishly and blushes LIKE A FOOL bc feelings and emotions and things, his hands snaking around her waist] You’re kind of the best, you know that, right? Next time, I promise, I will go straight to thrilling you, okay?

[bridiecoughlan]

I’m not a big enough nerd that I’ve seen every children’s book-to-movie series, so I can’t give you a good answer, but I know there is at least the talking lion. You could call me that. But calling you Jesse is a lot easier than saying JSJ all the time, so personally I’m going to stick with that. Wizards live everywhere, and they sort of live amongst muggles but there are all of these enchantments and--Stop asking questions, you’re making me feel like a weirdo for knowing all of this. /actually she doesn’t mind but she doesn’t want to bug him by being a huge loser.) Maybe I’ll kill for you even while you’re alive, who knows? /indulges him with a big smile, yw.) I think that would equate Gene Kelly more to Sally since she’s the one whose limbs keep falling off. /i think it does tho, actually.) You know me, I like to keep it real. And that wasn’t even close to being my alternative response. Way ahead of that was something along the lines of “but I love your ass” or something else that might make you blush. /I LIKE TO IGNORE THAT BUT THANKS.) Well hey, it’s a good thing you didn’t go home. Otherwise who knows if we would have ever met? /pretends not to be stressed af about that alternative.) Luckily for you, I’m a bad actress so you always know my happiness is the real deal. /reaches up to run a thumb along his cheek.) Ha! I made you blush anyways, look at me go. “Kind of” /affectionate eye roll) but yeah, maybe a little. /grins because ew she kind of likes him i guess. also because that sounds suggestive then again so was what bridie said so i mean.) This is now a verbal agreement you just entered into, I hope you understand.

[jessestjms]

slowly over me // bresse

Jesse knew this was part of the whole ‘girlfriend/boyfriend’ thing: being asked to go with them to a friend’s wedding, confidently saying ‘yeah, sure, I’ll go with you’ while inwardly panicking about what it could possibly mean, where this was going, whether they’d appreciate a total stranger being there in their happiest of days, basically the routine Jesse St. James breakdown when he had to think about and/or do something that didn’t have anything to do with show business, it was like something straight out of a romcom movie that he actually shuddered at the thought.

He knew that, at the very least, he was right to say yes and go with Bridie and yet that didn’t make him feel any more comfortable with the situation, burrowing himself deeper into his seat, his feet firmly planted on the floor as though any moment now something or someone was bound to cart him off the table, his loosened bow tie hanging around his neck to seemingly further capture his emotions right now. It was the furthest corner of the room, the one away from the family and the friends and, most especially, the happy couple whose names he knew he should know but both his refusal to and his genuine difficulty with names (of people who aren’t popular or deemed not worth his time, to be specific) led to cricket sounds echoing around his head as he watched them warily, laughing or giggling or whatever it was they were doing that made them look so goddamn happy. 

This was for the best anyway; from this distance, they couldn’t possibly see him pouting, elbow on the table, chin in his hand as the other swirled an almost empty glass of wine. Some faces, if he squinted and really racked his mind, came off familiar, and judging by some of the looks he got, Jesse could tell that they knew of him too and that was a whole other thing he didn’t want to get into. This whole event was turning out… well, pretty much exactly like how expected it to be, with just the tiniest hint of feeling old when he remembered the age of the couple. Why oh why was he at this wedding again?

[bridiecoughlan]

Weddings were something Bridie liked a lot as an idea, and she liked being invited to weddings and even liked attending them if she knew enough people not to feel completely out of place. But even seeing Jeff and Eve’s more simple ceremony made her head nearly throb with how many choices were involved. She knew her own wedding was far off -- honestly, she couldn’t even picture Jesse proposing or her proposing to him, which by this stage in their relationship was perfectly fine with her. After a glass of champagne (most of the antendees were underage like Bridie herself, but none of the adults seemed capable of scolding them considering the ages of the bride and groom) she was past worrying about herself and fully committed to celebrating Jeff and Eve’s big day like everyone else there.

Well, nearly everyone. She knew Jesse would feel uncomfortable at the ceremony, considering it was full of former Warblers and New Directioners and other people he’d either used to compete against or wronged somehow. The exact details were foggy, primarily because she’d never wanted to hear them, but she didn’t want to abandon him in favor of conversing with Kurt or Santana. Even when she left him briefly to use the restroom, she felt almost guilty. She hadn’t dragged him, but she had asked and she knew that 95% of the time, that meant he would say yes. Considering none of her closest friends would be there, she couldn’t imagine going alone. And by now, everyone in New York who knew either Bridie or Jesse were well aware that they were soul mates. They couldn’t blame her for bringing him as her plus one. At least, she didn’t think so.

When Bridie made her way back from the bathroom, she saw Jesse looking like what she would describe as a sulky child. But it made her smile, in a weird way. This was the most him he’d looked all day throughout coming together and sitting through the ceremony and eating the food she’d checked off for them when she RSVPed. She was also strangely relieved not to see Rachel sitting with him in Bridie’s brief absence. His eyes were trained somewhere in the distance, and instead of sitting in her seat beside him, she fell into his lap and threw an arm around his shoulders. By this point she’d had a bit more than just the one glass of champagne and while she wasn’t a big drinker normally, she was almost stubbornly unwilling to admit that the alcohol had altered her behavior in any overt way. “You look bored, sweetheart.” That was putting it mildly but they both knew he wasn’t being shy about his true feelings, so there was no need to point them out. “So I’ve been thinking about that thing I said before, about not being ready for you to see me dance. I know it’s only been a few weeks since then, but...well, it’s a wedding.” As much as she kind of sucked at dancing, at least she had fun and didn’t fall over or anything quite that terrible. “Do you want to dance?”

[jessestjms]

So… what, it has magic and… I wanna say, talking animals? Or am I thinking of a different series completely? I’m pretty sure there’s another book turned movie deal where the animals can talk. [HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT] If you say so. I’ll make an effort just so I can impress you, maybe write the names on my arm so I can show off every now and then. Oh yeah, I’ve heard there’s a theme park, but I figured that was just a small thing with like, just shops and food and kid rides. That’s one hell of a promise, you know. I bet if any of the people who were with me during my show choir years heard you say that, they’d laugh at your face. Any one of them would be happy to do me in. If you get to watch Gene Kelly perform something, I think a few falling limbs could be worth it. [shrugs his shoulders bc he understands he isn’t exactly being REASONABLE but he also can’t make himself reasonable bc feelings are dumb and strong] Wow, I-… well, now I feel like a giant ass. [awkward laughter bc she spilled her guts and he’s like how do words work] You know… I wasn’t really looking for you. That kinda sounds cold, but what I meant was that I was hoping I’d have my stuff figured out first before I’d find out who BC was, so I wouldn’t feel like that failure who couldn’t even get into NYADA the first time around. I dunno, I wanted to be impressive, I guess, but for some reason you… like me anyway? Even if I accidentally imply you’re a hooker and stick my foot in my mouth in ninety percent of our conversations. But maybe that’s just because you’re my soulmate and you sort of don’t have a choice but to like me… [he just shuts his lips at this point bc he’s ranting now and he was trying to be romantic actually but clearly he doesn’t know shit like what is the point of having seen all those movies and musicals if you can’t even do shit jesse] Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?

[bridiecoughlan]

Are you...talking about Narnia, or? That could be a lot of things. It’s not Harry Potter, though, I’m pretty sure. /BECAUSE IM SAYING SO RN.) I do. Everyone is impressed by a guy with names scrawled all over his forearm. It is called The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. It’s a pretty big deal. I know. That doesn’t mean I won’t still keep it. Clearly they don’t have my patience or understanding. Well, now, if they do you in, I’ll do them in. Poss...ibly, but. It could also be nightmare inducing. I love the guy, but I don’t necessarily know that it’s worth it. /heh heh HEH HEHE EHHE bridie never thought she would feel like she was good at expressing her feelings but comparatively speaking...) Making you feel like an ass wasn’t my intention, then again it’s not very hard. /bites her lip to keep from smiling bc she can’t be the rude one in this relationship. she can’t judge his lack of romantic prowess bc same also she didn’t mean to force him to get feelsy she was just having a Moment.) Doesn’t matter /she’s shaking her head emphatically rn re: not getting into NYADA) I’m glad I got to be there when you did get in. Imagine I’d missed that?? No thanks. I never stop feeling impressed by you, Jesse St. James. Even with all of those verbal blunders. /to illustrate this point, obviously she has to kiss him. although she regrets it after his next words excuse you. good thing she wrapped her arms around his neck for that kiss because she might need to strangle him at any moment.) I would find it very fun. I would be thrilled. And me being thrilled means good things for you, my friend.

[diabloroja]

Oh for sure. Right?? And I was being accused by people who had actually cheated. The people who mattered knew the truth though. I do okay when I have choreography but I wouldn’t call myself a dancer. He really does try.

[bridiecoughlan]

Unless, it’s like...dumping someone by text so you can immediately go bang someone else and not be accused of cheating. There’s one easy way to figure out who you don’t have to waste your time on anymore. I consider myself to be pretty terrible, but I’m okay with it. Sort of. I haven’t even let my boyfriend see me dance yet so maybe I’m not as okay with it as I would like to believe but...I assume he’s used to losing these kinds of arguments, though.

[steviestraight]

I’m glad you can admit it. I don’t know if I’m much of an external screeching type of person. It’ll probably stay internal. Well, still.

[bridiecoughlan]

There are obviously a multitude of reasons why I would never date your brother and there’s no sense in pretending otherwise because...well, it’s creepy, just for starters. If ever you do unleash the screeches, you better call me or something because I refuse to miss that. 

[diabloroja]

Oh, thank you! Always the more polite route, really. I’ve been accused of being a cheater and that’s honestly one of the more offensive things I’ve been called. Thank goodness! Some of my dancer friends from high school will be there, they’ll outshine us gloriously. Him, probably. For like two seconds.

[bridiecoughlan]

You are welcome! Being dumped sucks but it’s definitely better than the alternative. I can’t even imagine you doing anything like that. I’m used to being outshone on the dance floor and I cannot wait. That’ll be a valiant effort on his part.