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“ – well aren’t you a waste of two billion years of evolution. “
looking up from her notes, erin raises an eyebrow at the stranger but couldn’t supress a light chuckle. happens to the best of us, yeah? she can recall at least two situations that were as awkward as this encounter, and two of them were caused by erin completely failing at trying to impress people. “well, no, actually”, she says, smirking, “but i’ll definitely pay this place a visit every now and then, knowing that you’ll be here with your cool wall-stands, hot stuff.” she winks at the stranger and it feels almost as awkward as it must have looked like.
“ oho, do i smell another wall-stand enthusiast? “ drew grinned widely at the stranger’s reciprocation in awkwardness. “we’re a rare breed, you and i.” cue the awkward push off of the wall. of course, being the dumbass she is, she majorly underestimated the strength required to push off the wall and ended up swaying a little, having to swing her arms in a helicopter fashion to steady herself, which failed and she ended up leaning against the wall at a steeper angle. “ahem, i’m drew.”
“ ‘blasphemy,’ ” olivia repeated, unsure of what to focus on. every single thing that came out of her counterpart’s mouth was, to quote the woman, pure blasphemy. “ olivia, ” she replied, keeping her statement as short as possible… so the other couldn’t go off on another tangent. she grasped onto the other woman’s hand and shook it, then withdrew. what the hell was she dealing with? “ shall i assume the ‘non-alcoholic’ mother was your biological mother? ” olivia as a japanese woman… amazing.
“ gotta nice... sturdy handshake... “ drew trailed off awkwardly, stuffing her hands in her bedazzled coverall pockets and into her pocket crocs. “ negatory, do i really look like someone who’s bio-mother wasn’t addicted to some kind of substance ??? “ drew laughed ( a bit self-deprecating tbh but you won’t catch me saying that ) and shrugged. “ she’s actually pretty famous around town, she’s the lady who lives in the twisty slide in the local children’s park. “
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the power to hold her drink in her mouth was almost lost as the girl slightly choked and let out a laugh soon after. she turned away from the other out of embarrassment, and decided to reply when she was ready. “i don’t, actually. oh my god. that entrance was even more embarrassing than me on a daily basis.” the were still some small tears in the corners of her eyes, but she decided to just laugh it off. “i’m chaewon by the way. hi.” as if it couldn’t get more awkward.
“ the word embarrassing isn’t even in my personal arsenal of words, my dictionary if you would. neither is kumquat,” she made a point to put emphasis on the preposterous word, as if to highlight the pure ridonkulousness that was the word, “but that’s a story for a later time. “ drew smiled widely at the brunette’s own awkwardness. “i’m drew and you’ve got a bit of wetness in your eyes, might lead to irritation later down the road.” jesus, could the blonde have one normal conversation?
from the moment her counterpart began speaking, olivia could tell the conversation the other was attempting was setting her up for failure. who used the line ‘come here often?’ any longer? it was simply worsened by the woman’s 50º lean. it was all olivia could do to not immediately leave, but she had a reputation she needed to build around the town. “ you realize that the degree of your lean is quite off, yes? ”
“ off ??? pure blasphemy. my lean happens to be quite on, thank you very much. the more steep, the more peep. “ what the hell is she even talking about ??? the blonde pushed herself off of the wall ( ninety-five percent gracefully, might i add ) and stepped forward with quite the swagger. “ drew but sometimes people call me danny, “ she held out her hand with a cheeky grin, “ i like your hair it reminds me of my non-alcoholic mother. she was from japan so that’s about the only similarity but it’s a welcome one.”
tempestlee:
tempest heard the voice of the stranger before giving her her full attention. turning in her heels, she seemed to look over at just the right time to see something what could only be described as eventful unfold in front of her. smiling at the other woman, tempest couldn’t help the bite of her lip while trying to stifle her laughter. “first time, actually,” she finally answered, remembering the question that was asked. “but i’m already thinking about coming back. what about yourself?”
for a mortal, staying suave while leaning at such an extreme angle would be quite the task. but drew was no mere mortal. she also wasn’t suave but the blonde was declared the queen of denial in high school when she had convinced herself that she was totally heterosexual. “oh, i happen to be a well seasoned veteran to -- places. especially this... places.” she paused for a long moment, eyes darting away as she contemplated what she just said. "...place. if you don't mind my askance (is that a word?) what brings you... here," she finished lamely.
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“ -- come here often ?? “ complete with an awkward wink and a lean against the wall. oh my god, the distance from the blonde to the wall was extremely overestimated. well... she started, now she can’t just stop now. she’s already comitted to the lean. the self proclaimed free stylist is now leaning at a completely fifty degree angle, attempting ( and probably failing ) to look suave. this is so, so sad and so, so awkward for both parties.
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OK SO THIS IS WHATS GOING ON IN MY LIFE RN
i have a job @ the queen of dairy products that has weird hours because my boss is a helpless man who loves describing his “middle of the night scratching” in disturbing detail
i might b moving soon so lyfe might get hectic REAL FAST !!!!!!!!
dat all
plot w me
abt d watsk
my fave chil owns every single season of that 70s show
she was raised by really eccentric foster parents and learned everything she knows about being socially awkward from them
she moved back after travelling the world w/ her many lovers bc her adoptive dad died and she wanted to help out her adoptive mom
she lives in a shack that you’d probably miss if u werent looking thats real messy and full of scrap metal and weird shit she found on her journeys
she rides her bike everywhere
10/10 will say the wrong things at the wrong times
will probably joke about the fact that her biological mom was not a good person and will joke about the fact that she was 19 siblings that she knows of scattered everywhere
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