"you just can’t help yourself, can you?" — from gwen to victoria.
with: gwen koufie @pokerf4ce location & timeline: 12welve & some time before midnight.
victoria ignores gwen. acting as if she hadn't heard her, as if she hadn't recognized that voice or that accent and that mocking question that kept replaying in her ears. even with the loud music, even with everything going on around them, that's all she could hear. still, she stands up straight, though she looks everywhere but at gwen. funny, almost silly how she does that now when the whole reason why gwen asked that in the first place is due to the fact that she couldn't help herself — she kept watching gwen, as she so often does when they both end up at the casino. she should've known it would've ended up happening somewhere else, too. it's annoying how it's almost as if her eyes have a mind of their own, always finding gwen. always looking at her. always finding a reason to... be annoyed by her. (disarmed by her.) "i don't know what you're talking about." she doesn't admit it — hell, she still can't even look at gwen; she already knows she has that stupid smirk on her face by now. victoria falters, letting go of that tension and that animosity. at least for a second. "you look..." words fail her. a first. "you look... nice tonight." and there it is, the admission that she had been looking at her all night. the admission that she can't help herself, no matter how hard she tries.