Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

Brooklyns nose wrinkled slightly when the fortune teller repeated her words, it was patronizing, patronizing just like Jacquelyn could be and that was enough to take her defensiveness up to the next level and it was plenty high in her natural state, a state of constant flux even without someone preying on her inner most insecurities all like raw nerves, just as likely to be pleasured as they were pained by even the lightest of strokes. With each passing moment her patience was running thin and her walls building themselves more and more treacherous. She didnt want to hear about love, the lovers , or how in this case special exception for her just, they would be renamed as such. She couldnt sit through it for another second she had to though, a little glimmer inside begging for her to stay, to hear it out the possibility she may not be so lonesome any longer was enough to keep her glued to her seat. It wasnt necessarily that Brooklyn wanted to be loved and love in return, but everybody did on some level did they not? She didnt need to be loved, she wanted it, she needed to feel wanted like any woman she hadnt felt wanted in a long time, not that way, for all her one night stands and weekend flings beneath her sheets Brooklyn only ever felt wanted in the moment, wanted in that period of attraction at the bar that preamble the stumble home, the exchange of flesh, that sweltering moment where passion was crystalized in an almost egregious flame both parties would give anything to stop from smouldering down to the short of breath cinders that inevitably followed. It really wasnt a very nice feeling when she admitted to herself she only felt wanted with a woman beneath her. the only remedy for that was love, a relationship, the honey moon period her and Jack had before the lies and patronizing started, before Jacquelyn only looked at her from down her nose, when Brooklyn started sleeping with other women hoping with all her heart Jack would catch her so she didnt have to build up the guts to tell her it was over. In the time between the card being flipped and the delayed response Brooklyn had downed the last of her drink and splayed her fingers thoroughly only to ball them just as tight white knuckles showing her shot nerves. There it was the final blow that had her entire body clench like a tazer shot to her kidneys. Love, you will fall in love, her teeth clenched and the guise was impossible to keep entirely intact, veneer chipping, a little slab of her poker face sliding off and shattering at her heels revealing that broken, desperate hope that Maitreya had touched on previously all but free of the boredom in life. She stared in shock, she looked to be in shock eyes spreading wider than theyd been previously, lips parting slightly, words at the tip of her tongue she couldnt quite command. Shed be given love a warm liquid soothing sensation drizzled over her heart it soon turned to constricting icy grip however. Shed be given love, a hard love, most were and then be hurt, broken hearted once again. Brooklyns face twisted to one of utmost derision for Maitreya, a look of deadly blame and judgement, disgust in what the judgement found. How dare she? How could she say such things to her? How cruel it felt, insult and injury to brow beat her hope down to hopelessness, desperation encroaching further in replacement. Desperation in Brooklyn often came out as frustration and bitterness. Wh-wha? She croaked, it was like dangling a sirloin in front of a beaten hound just out of reach, give them a taste and pry it away only to shoo them off before a whine for more could be conveyed. I thought you people were supposed to put a bright spin on this shit Brooklyn added in the same hoarse grumble of contrition before her head began to shake. Whatever, what the f- Yeah. Yeah, okay. The freckled woman, clearly upset by words that struck her so profoundly stood with such excited force the couch shed been on legs screeched against the painted hard wood beneath, storming off, drink held loosely in her hand, ic ecubes and missed drips cascading out and along the floor as she ripped open the door and slammed it behind her. Fuck her, what the fuck did she know? It was all bullshit anyway Brooklyn was resigned to that before she walked in it shouldnt affect her so much, she didnt want to allow it to. Just the same, being told youd be given something so desperately pined for, then lose it for the second time in your life but a complete stranger, a smug bitch with a plastic placidity to her, condescending tone under a guise of wisdom no fuck her! Heeeeeey! Howd it go Bee? Came the obligatory chime of all her adoring friends, then a pin-drop incriminating sort of silence as they saw the clear anger and hurt on her face. Wh-woah, Bee, lets go for a smoke. Jess whispered, reaching out for the crook of her friends elbow, leaning in to whisper You look pretty rattled hun. Dont! She hissed, taking her arm back Im gunna go now, she said through a vicious enforced smile. Thank you so much for that Stacy. Her tone dripping with venom as she marched with purpose through the kitchen and out into the room leading to the driveway, avoiding Jacquelyns presence the whole way. Well, I see shes not learned any mano- Jack, cmon. Jess defended her friend before her wife chimed in. Yeah, well shes right Jess. Thats rude. Stacy sulked, taken from her Hexachrome Magenta by Brookes Process Black, if only for a moment. Its your turn Meggy, I better uh I think she had one of my glasses. Jessie rushed to the back door to find the empty glassware on the ledge where keys and gloves were kept, sighing, defeated Brooklyn gone. In a huff, Brooklyn fuming more than ever, so upset she felt her face burning with emotion, eyes stinging, blaming it all on the crisp November air, using the cold for her concealment just as shed use more stiff drinks, cigarettes, maybe a line if one presented itself, use anything to hide just how upset she was by the bullshit telling. With any luck shed find someone to make her feel wanted for that brief moment and with a promise based upon something she detested, something she swore up and down the wall she didnt believe in, something she screamed inside her head was a bunch of clever, cruel bullshit, if she found someone tonight it would be nothing more than a one night stand even if it meant leaving her own damn house upon waking up beside a warm body JJs could provide all these and more. The pub she and the other girls had gone to since college, an LGBTQ hang out in the village just three subway stops from their school and a three cigarette walk from Jess and Stacys. Shed met Jacquelyn there but she didnt attach that to the homey atmosphere. plenty shitty things happened back home but she still loved it there, just like one of the worst things to ever happen to her she thought happened here but she still loved it and loved that almost all her friends had grown out of the scene for more suitable venues for their age and wage. Hey Bee, same as always? Make it two. You got it doll, And there at the bar she would sit, as she always did when wounds were in need of tending, no secret to any one of the girls. Ha, so what was it you said to Brooklyn? Jacquelyn yipped, apparently taking ripe joy in the womans reaction when the last of them had gone through Maitreyas gift, Probably told her shed fall in love right? shes terrified of the stuff yknow? Pfft, probably licking her wounds down at JJs right now or drowning them more like. Am I right? A pleased as peach cackle and a roll of her eyes that spoke to her own insecurity on the subject where her glass spilling over didnt, while shed just burnt Bee it seemed she was burnt long before that, all the women in the room but Stacy looking to the gaudy woman with cut eye, the room suddenly just as tense as the coffee room had been before Brooke stormed out. Come on Jack, Jess sneered, Ill call you a cab youre being a bit of a bitch. She's fine, I'll call her a cab. -Thank you so much for coming Maitreya - you're a miracle worker. Stacy gushed, trying to brush the unpleasantness of this all under the rug with her maternal instincts, We'll have to keep in touch for next year hmm? And a bright agreeable smile to seal it all, not far away Brooklyn ordering yet another drink to seal herself away with any luck.