availability / @fromharbor / elspeth! setting / the vault; saturday, july 21st, around midnight.
shhh! tefi was technically supposed to be laying low. she hinted to foster that she was going to skip town soon, but of course, that had been a complete lie. her machinations hadn’t stopped, in fact she had a renewed passion for enacting revenge against her estranged husband. if foster thought he was in the clear and tefi had fucked off for good, then it would be all the more sweeter when she finally ruined his life like he had ruined hers. she just needed to make him think she’d actually left blue harbor… but, like, it was saturday! what was she supposed to do? wither away in the house (read: seb and cj’s apartment) like laura wingfield? well, tefi thought of herself as maggie the cat-type when it came to tennessee williams plays, but that was mostly because elizabeth taylor played her in the movie and paul newman was one of the most beautiful men to ever exist.
huh. paul newman and foster had striking, icy blue eyes… ew, though. they were leagues apart in every area, and foster deserved to be shot out of a cannon into the sun. jesus, she was simultaneously too drunk and not drunk enough to be thinking such things! that was the problem with drinking alone—the bad thoughts had nowhere to go and no choice but to be acknowledged. she needed a distraction, and the social butterfly that she was, tefi put her eye on someone else in the bar and decided they were going to be her new best friend. approaching them, tefi smiled dazzlingly with a cocktail in hand. “hey!” tefi leaned against the bar without invitation. “you look new. i hate to say that i’m getting so used to this place that i can tell when someone’s a transplant like me, but maybe we’ve just missed each other all these nights.” she was teetering slightly in her heels, but her voice and eyes were clear. not drunk enough yet, but heading that way. “i’m tefi.”
