If she was under oath Taeylr would have to admit that she did enjoy this a little. If it was not because of their jobs, they wouldn’t be spending any time with each other. Which perhaps was what they should be doing but under oath she could not deny that she missed him. That she missed them and if this awkward angry tension interaction was the best that she could have, she would take it. It was better than nothing. Yet at the same time, it had the same feeling as throwing salt at a wound. Maybe she was just that twisted and fucked up. “I’m glad to know that you still have a big head on your shoulders. Thought without me that it would’ve rolled down already.” she countered with a shake of her head. Taeylr knew that she couldn’t show that this wasn’t as bad as she had thought that it would be. There had to be no hint of absence or remorse over how the direction of their past had played out. This was after all that they had both decided to do. Right?
“You know you can still talk to me as a normal human being right? Hell – I’ve read somewhere that exes can be friends – wild, right?” As soon as the bags hit the counter there was no hesitation as she grabbed it and her fingers started to uncurl the bag, quickly picking up some. “Did you know that some people eat these with chopsticks?” A hint of amusement flickers behind her eyes as she disclosed the information that she had gotten after their demise. “Apparently it is not ladylike to have red fingers. Did I ever mention the one time I had a client and I was having some and of course – I was wearing a white blazer? Needless to say, the woman thought I had cut my arm and started to puke in my office. Turns out that the sight of blood made her squirm. My new rug only lasted 18 hours.” She recounted the story with a slight roll of her eyes. Whenever the attorney got nervous she rambled about nothing, at least now in age she was able to quickly catch herself and place a pin on it. Cleaning her fingertips with a nearby napkin she nodded as she took her phone out and making the mental note of the items that he wanted. Raising an eyebrow she tilted her head studying him and the octave change in his voice regarding the last question. “What? Did you pick a war with wine? or something? she asked as she pushed to make the call, “Also I’m not the prima donna when it comes to food, Julian.”
There was large part of him that simply wanted this night to be over. The part of him, in which, because he was was extremely uncomfortable. Only, it wasn’t necessarily an easy thing to tell. In fact, he was more then aware that to look at him, you’d think he didn’t care. He was simply just there, going through the emotions. Cold and calm, as the classic Grant trait would give off. And while, apart of him was, in fact, calm -- cold wasn’t the right word to how he was feeling. It was all simply what he needed to give off, however. Distance, a wall, the things that should’ve been up between them to begin with. Or at least, that was what he thought the evening would conclude to. That was, of course, until the subject was no longer on work. Suddenly, it was personal again, and well, that was an area that was rather salty in nature. He simply brushed off the comment on the big head, deciding he’d keep his own to himself. This was, of course, up until the next few words came out of her mouth; words that in all rights weren’t incorrect, persay....
Only, in Julian’s mind they seemed to set something off, and before he could really think of his wording, he’d bluntly respond, “We’re not exes.” Despite hearing his own words, and not liking the direction they pushed his conversation into, he still preceded to add, “You kinda have to be -- something, to be, you know, an ex. We were simply just experimenting, remember.” His words were sharp, and matter of fact. “This is me being friendly, Underwood.” He wasn’t necessarily trying to cut himself, or her, in the process; simply just realigning their story. He didn’t want to blame her, or make her feel as though she was in the wrong for not feeling what he felt back. That was life, but for him to get through spaces and time when he had to be near her, he wanted the facts to be known, and professionalism be more present then friendliness. His eyes immediately darted to the chop sticks, followed by a story he remembered hearing, now retold. She would start rambling when she was uncomfortable and nervous. He simply looked at her, and softly smiled, a brief nod, instead of informing her that she already told him that, he simply played along. “Tell me the white blazer, at least, went unharmed.” He teased, aware that it had by the grace of god that day, but would later be ruined during a much different scene.
He looked away as she took note of his harshness, her comment caused him to snickered, followed by what seemed like a long period of silence. He’d lean his back up against the edge of one of his counters, his head bowed slightly, as his arms crossed over his chest. “You could say something like that...” He finally responded, as he looked up to watch her grab the phone, his next few words chosen carefully, “...since, I’m recovering alcoholic.” The confession, itself, would’ve been a surprise to some. Others, however, just knew he had to be, but his father had taken great lengths to admit that part from Julian’s truth. Even during his trail, all people knew is that he was given alcohol to drink, but very few knew just how heavily and often he did. And how deeply it’d change his character. More so, because he was underage at the time. Even to this day, so few knew. Mainly because when he was with them, in a drinking environment, he took great lengths to make it seem like he was partaking in the group activity. He usually wasn’t, most times, it had been water or a form of pop in his cup. People treated you differently when they knew you had such an addiction; and in his family, you always had an image to uphold. So, he rarely mentioned it. "Look at you dodging bullets.” He added, hinting at their despite, before then scoffing, “Obviously you haven’t seen yourself when you’re starving, Taeylr.” He stated, “And most definitely not when you’re starving, but can’t decide on what you want to eat.”
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