@honeydcws
“no, i’m not going to fucking calm down! i can only sit and laugh through so many gold digger jokes before i’m throwing shit across the table. you should consider yourself lucky my ass behaved.” this was far from behaving. laurel was swinging her arms about as she yelled, stepping through to the bedroom and kicking off her heels. they’d been at it since she’d gotten in the car, the dark haired girl having merely given him the grace of not yelling at him while they were still at his parent’s house. none of it had gone right, she’d been able to feel the dislike radiating off his parents as soon as she got through the door. it didn’t hurt, per say. she just didn’t know how she was supposed to respond. why couldn’t all parents be like hers and not give a flying fuck who she was married to?
