(2019-01-10) Honesty (With a large dose of sugar.)
Kate and August go get cupcakes to deal with their emotions. Then they have more. Nobody should cry in a cupcake shop.
Players:
august..katherine..

Kate didn't argue when August wanted to drive, apparently she has a thing for heated seats and who is Kate to argue something that sounds so wonderful. She walks into the cupcakery, taking a deep breath with her eyes closed, her mind already flitting through all the different options she has and how much money she has in her wallet. "You know, I thought he came by to apologize last night. I didn't expect him to come, eat food, and then attempt to take off." She walks over to the cupcake case and leans over, eyes shifting between one flavor to another. "I'm going to take an even dozen." She says to the woman behind the counter. "I just have to figure out what trouble I want to get into first." She considers for a moment and then adds. "I'll take one red red wine cupcake to eat here though." She shoots a look at August. "Choose one to eat here, on me. I mean, obviously you can help me eat the other dozen too, at home."

*

August has a deep an abiding affair with the huge black truck usually parked in the driveway. And the heated seats, yes. She rides with hers on full heat the whole way to Totally Baked, low classic rock playing the whole way.

August takes a deep breath as they step inside the bakery, the scent of cake, sugary delights, and whipped frosting bringing a smile to her lips. "Did he ever apologize?" She glances from the cupcakes to Kate and then back. She seems to assume no by the tone. Aug's hard-soled boots telegraph her steps as she approaches the counter, reaching up to undo the top buttons of her coat. She leaves the scarf in place, though, staying somewhat bundled. "Hmmm." She regards the selection for a long moment before she says, "Mojito. Mojito sounds really good right now."

*

Kate gestures to add the Mojito cupcake along with hers for here. "He said he was sorry for what he had done. I don't know if that means getting involved with me..or that he bruised me?" She lets out a sigh and sheds the coat, hanging it on the chair she takes a seat in, bringing the cupcakes and milk with her. "He said I was in danger, and that he never meant for things to last this long." She peels the paper off her cupcakes, frowning. "So I was supposed to be temporary, I think." She shrugs, taking a ginger bite from the treat, careful not to get frosting on her nose. "Then he got heated, threw the vase against the wall and stomped out of my house."

*

Aug takes a small cup of water with her to the table, setting it down before she shrugs out of her own coat, the black wool folded over before she drapes it across a chair. "He said you're in danger? Is this about…" She pauses, lifts her hand, and doesn't say Rio, but she's referring to Rio. "Or something else?"

There's a sigh from the tattooer. She shakes her head and says, "If one of us spoke his fucking language, he couldn't hide behind the language barrier." It's obvious August thinks that's partly an act from the way she says it, and also clear is that she still harbors some frustration with the man for the way things have rolled out in recent weeks. "He wouldn't have thrown the vase if he weren't conflicted." She seems sure of that at least. "But why the rest?"

*

Kate shakes her head, taking another bite of her cupcake, chewing slowly before she speaks again. "Something that he can't talk about." She responds quietly, picking a piece of cupcake to put in her mouth. "He did say he would teach me his language, and then this all happened." She gazes down at her lap, frowning. "I ..asked him if he was sorry for what he had said or for getting involved with me, he snapped out, said he liked me and then threw the vase." She huffs out a sigh and gazes up at August. "He also called me incredible. He confuses me beyond belief. I have no idea how to react to him at the best of times, and then…these things happen and I'm not sure if I should try."

*

August slides her cupcake over, turning it a couple of times before she carefully peels the wrapper, fingernails making short work of the delicate paper. She licks a bit of frosting off of her finger, and then tears the cupcake in half. "It's been a long time since a man threw something when I asked him a question." She smirks faintly, and tears off a section of the cupcake top, taking with it a huge glob of frosting. "Does it worry you when he lashes out, or is it more of a case of wondering if he can ever give you more than the jerking around?" She pops the sugary delight into her mouth, and closes her eyes to savor the taste, and the calories. She takes just that one bite for some time. Just in case.

*

Kate doesn't take a bite of her cupcake for a few moments, watching August as she tears hers in half. She takes another bite of her cupcake then and closes her eyes to savor it. "First time for me. When it happened I couldn't even react. My first thought was that was my mommy's, then before I dredge up an emotion, he was /gone/." She takes another bite and then rolls her eyes. "The second. I never got the impression, even after we had a fight and then had angry sex, that I was in any danger… from him at least." She nods at August and then scoops some of her frosting up to deposit into her mouth. "It's actually kind of..when he's his angriest at me, it's when he's the most gentle." She frowns and then shakes her head, finishing off her cupcake.

*

"That's truly fucking annoying," Auggie says, licking some frosting form her thumb. "To destroy something and then leave, without giving you a moment to catch your breath." She tears another piece from her cupcake, mms. "Angry sex is good. And not being afraid is better. So." She pauses, then smiles softly, though her eyes are on the table. "I'm glad you have that, that you feel safe even when he's angry." Her pale gaze comes up. "What I know is that if the good outweighs the doubt, especially if the sex is good, it's worth holding onto. And when it's not, you know exactly what to do. But your mother's vase. Sure, he probably didn't know, but men really need to learn not to smash first and apologize later." She straightens and murmurs, "Tony yells, but he never breaks things. I don't think I've ever really seen him lose control, though. And I own a lot of breakables." She takes another huge bite of a slim piece of cupcake top with a huge glob of frosting.

*

"I need a few days before I talk to him again or I'm going to yell. I don't want to yell, it's counterproductive and he tends to nudge me into a temper faster than anyone else I know." Katherine's eyes get wide for a moment and she lets out a sigh that is also soft laughter. "Being afraid is stupid, because if he's going to hurt me, there really isn't anything I can do about it. He's twenty five years older than I am, August. I don't think he wants a relationship. My stupid ass has been studying Arabic trying to find some common ground with him and all we do lately is argue." She narrows her eyes toward the cupcake case, mentally picking out her twelve cupcakes. "I have feelings for him though, so I honestly don't know what to do. I don't know if I should walk away or try again..going to Paris is going to help, because I'll have four days of space. Time to think."

*

"There's certainly something alluring about him. And his hands. There's a reason I let him drive me home a few times, and ultimately said yes when he asked me out. And there's also a reason we barely speak when we see each other. There's some kind of fundamental wall between us. Besides the obvious, where he thinks I'm making terrible life choices, and I think everyone should drop trying to protect me, because it's a fool's errand." August nods, straightening to lean back against her chair's upright back. "I think space can be good. For me, it didn't work. With Tony, I mean. Once he knew I wanted him, he never stopped chasing me. I still worry about how it's going to change when he realizes how fucked up I really am, you know? I have a really hard time believing someone when they say they love me. Like they're going to leave me as soon as I say the same." She doesn't look up, but takes another bite of frosting.

*

Kate's cheeks get pink when August talks about Sevin's hands, and for a few moments she looks lost in some personal daydream. She is startled out of it as August continues to talk, and she listens carefully, drinking her milk from the jug slowly. "You should believe them, because it doesn't matter how fucked up you are. They love you regardless, someone doesn't say something like that unless the feeling is there. You being fucked up, or not..because I don't think you are.. is irrelevant. The feeling is there." She gazes at her milk and frowns. "I have never said the L word to another man before." Thinking about it makes her shoulders twitch irritably. "I don't know what to do. I could leave him alone, especially if he has danger in his life, or I could just take what I can get. It just always feels like I'm giving, and he's taking."

*

"I want to." August says after a long moment. "I really do want to fully believe it. Deep down believe it, like I know it to be true, not just feel it to be true, you know?" The grey-eyed woman crosses her legs, sweeping up a fingertip of frost to lick off. She thinks for a moment, then says, "My parents were in love most of their lives, deeply and passionately. It's a high bar." She falls silent for a moment more, then finishes off the top of her cupcake, and all that bright, minty frosting. "When you think about leaving him alone, does it make your chest ache?" She finishes off the cupcake one torn off bit at a time. "Do you feel like you'll run out of things to give?"

*

"I had a dream once when someone said it to me, and I couldn't speak. When I tried to say something, only a squeak would come out, and they got hurt and walked away from me." Katherine gets out of her seat, walks over to August and leans in to wrap her arms around the woman from behind. "You're a wonderful person, August. I love having you at the B&B with me. You're like one of my sisters that I lost, except you dress better and look like you could rip someone to shreds. That's a good thing, by the by." She goes quiet for a moment before she stands up, moving to quietly order her dozen. "When I think of leaving Sevin alone, it almost makes me panic. I can feel a panic attack around the edges now. If I think about him too hard, and I think about the conversation last night, I think I might lose it. My chest feels heavy." She considers it as she box is handed over, passing her debit card to the cashier. "I feel like if he doesn't show me that he cares, I'm.." She takes her card back, slips it in the back pocket of her jeans and moves back to the table, sitting heavily. "August. I'm going to be completely honest with you. There isn't a reason why I shouldn't. He makes comments about who we can and cannot sleep with, and he's very vague about his feelings. He does things that he knows upsets me, but because he believes they're right, he'll do them anyway. I think he has feelings for other people." She peeks at August then, a guilty look on her face. "I've never been jealous before." She admits, pressing her lips together. "I feel it like an ugly monster in my chest now, and I spent far too much time trying to convince myself that it doesn't bother me." She frowns, gazing down at her hands. "Fuck. I care about him too much. More than he cares about me."

*

August reaches up to touch Kate's arms wrapped around her. She closes her eyes and listens, laughing softly at the 'dress better' and 'rip someone to shreds' part. She gives Kate's arm a squeeze, then reaches up to surreptitiously pat her eyes while the brunette's back is turned. "Damn hormones," she mutters, picking up a napkin to pat-pat first one eye and then the other.

When Kate's finished speaking, Aug is quiet for a long moment, through the cupcake selection, boxing, bringing back to the table. She sits there silent, watching the other woman. "You think he has feelings for other people?" She falls quiet again, and looks down at her hands in her lap. "I don't…" She swallows, muscles in her throat working. "I don't know…" She looks up again, finally. "I think maybe this baby might have him confused or… ever since he found out, he barely looks at me, barely speaks to me. We can be in the same room, but that's it." She trails off, lips parting shortly after.

"In about a month I can find out with a blood test." August's gaze drops to the cupcakes. "I am terrified that it'll be his and Tony will leave me. Or that it'll be Tony's and Tony'll ask me to marry him just because of that. It's this silent weight sitting like a sword ready to drop."

"And you're my fastest friend here, basically my sister, and I am terrified that the man you care for, that I thought might be a lifetime friend of mine, either hates me or doesn't. I'm not sure which is worse. My boobs hurt and I frankly need all the cupcakes in the world to sort this out." There's a long pause, "You don't think it's about me, right?"

*

Kate's eyes are glassy, but the tears don't fall. She is able to control that, at least. She gazes at August, a frown on her face. "I think that the possibility of the baby being his ..is making him protective of you. He mentions checking up on you when …" She lets out a laugh, rubbing her hand over her face. "I was having a panic attack one night, one that he triggered by scaring me. I couldn't breathe and he was leaving, to go talk to you." She watches August, blinking infrequently so she doesn't cry. "It wasn't the first or last time he admitted to checking on you." She presses her lips together and she brushes her hair away from her face. "When he's avoiding looking at something, it's because he cares, or he can't face looking to see what might be looking back at him. I ../think/."

Her cheeks puff up as she lets out a breath, listening to the talk of the baby, and she lets out soft laughter. "August, I'm terrified of babies, but.. no matter what? I'll be here to help you. I won't turn my back on you, no matter who the father is. If it turns out to be Sevin's, it's gonna make things complicated, in more ways than one. But.." She shrugs, as if the complications don't matter. "No matter what happens, I'm right here, and you'll always have a place in my home and my family."

She can't help it, a tear falls. "I think that he doesn't hate you. I think he cares more than he might ever admit. That scares me too, because when I look at you, I can see all of the reasons why he or anyone else could walk away from me easily. I'm a mess, and you're beautiful without even trying." She glances at her cupcakes before she wipes her hands over her face. "This is the most honest I've been in ages..I try to hide from scary stuff like this."

*

All it really takes is one tear slipping free of Kate's eyes to set August off. Like a fucking switch is flipped, they just start sliding down her cheeks. Gods bless waterproof eye makeup, because none of it moves, though the tears do leave little tracks in her foundation, slowly, slowly shimmering down to her chin, where they collect and then fall, salting the fabric of her thick-knit sweater.

"I think I would have left. I really think I would have left when I found out about the baby if you weren't here." She doesn't even try to wipe away her tears. "Because when things get hard, I do drugs, drink, or run. Sometimes all three. I'd have had an Italian trailing me back to Florida, probably, but I would have run." August sounds pretty sure of that, and she finally brushes her hands over her cheeks. "Most of this is armor, and it takes forever to put on. And you are so lovely, Kate. I don't know why you think someone could walk away from you so easily. Why you don't see it. I see it. I mean, thank you. You are beautiful." She'll keep saying it, even if Kate doesn't see it in herself. "And you give. I do a lot of taking."

She clears her throat, then wipes her cheeks again. "When Sevin checks on me, it's angry silence on both sides, so," She shakes her head, annoyed when tears continue to fall. She reaches for a napkin. "He doesn't come to see me, he angry texts. We run into each other occasionally in town and it's so uncomfortable. I just wanna smack the shit out of him with a wiffle bat or something." She presses the napkin lightly to her eyes. "God. I have to stop weeping at everything."

*

Kate reaches a hand out toward August, laughing through the tears that she continues to try to wipe away with her free hand. "We're a pair, weeping in public. Look at us." She narrows her eyes and blinks fast a few times to banish the tears that won't seem to stop. "I just.. I thought life was beauty, and that it was perfect. Then out of nowhere, it all stopped. I've watched one man walk away from me, and he was cold about it, and now one has disappeared. I never can understand what Sevin is thinking. If he cares about me, he's really /too/ good at hiding that. I can't do that again. I can't sit, guess and wonder if someone cares. I went through that, and the uncertainty hurt so badly. I need someone to touch me, tell me, show me. Even if it's something as simple. I ..can't guess. I will never give myself the benefit of the doubt. I will never think well of myself."

She rolls her eyes and squeezes August's hand. "I give to you because you deserve it, even if you might not agree with that. I wouldn't offer to help you if there wasn't something in there that made me believe.. well.." She takes an unsteady breath and stares across the table. "Angry silence or not, if he didn't care, he wouldn't darken your doorstep or text you. I hate that it scares me, or that my mind automatically jumps to the worst place, but it does."

*

Aug takes Kate's hand without hesitation, her own turning open, palm up. Her fingers are soft, but strong, the tips of her long nails pressing in only lightly. They're blunted, those claw-like nails, painted black and glossy. "Eating cupcakes and weeping. We're so good for business." She looks up finally, done with the napkin, at least for this round of tears. There are no guarantees. "I think that's the reason I usually run. I can't be the one who is left. It would rip me apart." It already has once this year, but that was different, that was death.

"I hear you and I know what you mean. I need it said every day to me. Even if I haven't said it back. It used to terrify me, the prospect of someone saying these things. And then you get used to it, and then you want it." And that's how they get you.

She takes a slow breath, squeezing back, lightly. "I understand that, and I would be too. Sevin is protective, and he thinks Tony will hurt me. I don't know what he's feeling, because he talks even less to me. I think it'll take time. I'll be here for you, too. I made the decision to stay when I decided… not to go to the clinic. Part of my life is here now." She clears her throat. "By the odds, it's like 5 to 1 Tony's kid. So he's in my life forever now. Whatever that means." August really does have a problem when she's mixing pills and distilled spirits.

*

"I can't run from here, because my sisters need me. If.. I was alone? I would have been gone after Ethan. Having to watch that unfold under my nose was pure pain." Katherine sighs and she aims a look at August, both of her eyebrows raised slightly. "He doesn't say it, barely shows ..anything. I have to guess. I don't think that will change." She opens her cupcake box with her free hand, and then closes it again. "Probably shouldn't eat these until I go home where I can collapse in a proper sugar coma after. I can't call him. I'm not gonna be the first one to blink this time." She tilts her head and smiles at August. "To quote the famous song. 'Eighteen years, eighteen years, now she's got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years.' Though, you care about him. I can tell, and that may not be a bad thing, having him there."

*

"I still don't know how a woman does that to another woman." August finishes off her little cup of water. She nods at the mention of not being the first to blink. She did that once. Obviously, Malone is the type of man to keep coming for what he wants. "I think he'll come to you. He can only hide in the maths for so long. Course you could always interdepartmental mail him the shattered glass from your vase. See how long it takes him to respond." August is so bad at this kind of advice. It only leads to fighting.

August smiles at the lyrics, and props her head up with one hand, fingertips steepling under her jaw. "I do. I do care about him. He's like a ballast, you know? Always there, always trying his best to keep me on my feet. He told me once he's a wall and I can't knock him down or climb right over him like I usually do. I think maybe he's right." She huffs out a breath and straightens. "Good thing he's excellent in bed." Her hands drop to the table and she rolls her shoulders slowly. "I'm having indecent thoughts about those cupcakes now." She stretches her arms above her head, letting her back ease into it before she asks, "Wanna head back to the B&B before the snow starts to stick? Or somewhere else maybe?"

*

"Let's go home. Yah, before your puppy gets overly attached to Felix and won't go home with you." Kate stands and then blinks, pulling her phone from her pocket to read the text that made it vibrate. She looks surprised, quickly taps out a response and stuffs it back into her pocket. "I wanted something like that, what you have with Tony. I'm trying to change my point of view, because..I don't think it's possible here. I don't think that's Sevin's bag. He wouldn't keep talking about leaving if he wanted me to cling. Like I am sometimes wont to do." She pulls her coat on and lets out a sigh. "There is a little maternity store we should stop by sometime, see if we can't find cutesy things there."

*

"I think Jackson is already half Felix's dog." August murmurs, rising from her chair before she pushes it in under the table. She reaches for her coat, pulling it on one arm at a time. She takes a moment to settle it on her shoulders, pulling her scarf out from under the neckline, then walks her fingers up the toggles, clicking lightly before they come together. "I didn't. I didn't want this at all." She pauses for a beat. "Until I had it."

There's a lengthy pause before August says, "I googled goth maternity last night. I'm not convinced most maternity designers don't hate women entirely. I did see some cute dresses, though. Lots of leg." She fluffs her scarf with one hand and turns from the cupcake counter before she's tempted to buy some too. "Does he bring that up every time you're together? I wonder who he's reminding. You or him."

*

"I don't know, but I wish he'd stop reminding me. I don't want to think about him leaving. I just have been attempting to mentally prepare myself for it." Kate is all bundled up again and she takes the cupcake box, carefully carrying it to the car. "Suppose that once it actually happens then I start all over again. Just hope that Felix doesn't dive bomb me with joy." She rolls her eyes and stares outside. "Okay, heated seats, here we go." She blinks and stops, staring at August before she clears the door. "Wait, did you say goth maternity? Does this mean we're gonna make you maternity clothes? Somehow I think that might be kind of amazing."

*

By the time they make it to the truck, it's already running and warm. It has one of those remote start things installed, apparently. Which is just about the best thing ever as far as August's concerned. Nothing like getting in to hot seats ready to cradle you after walking through flurries and frigid breezes.

"Yeah, I mean what's life without a full length, tight knit dress made from natural pomegranate and iron dyes?" August smirks a bit and says, "I also saw this one that's got a cape, opera gloves, and is super low cut and fitted all the way down. It's like I know I'm pregnant, but we can try again if you want." She laughs at that, pushing the door wide before crossing that short distance to the truck. "Holy fuck," is her only comment on how effing cold it is out here, which is very. "I'm probably going to knit my way through this show of yours."

*

Kate settles into the truck, and she giggles softly. "I mean, now I'm kind of looking forward to it. Your clothes on a normal day are always an interesting show. When you have a baby belly…well.." She pulls her phone free and reads the texts, frowning. "That is the best part about being pregnant, according to my sixteen year old sister, you don't have to worry about getting pregnant again." She rolls her eyes and responds to the text. She curls up on the warm seat, letting out a deep sigh. "Well he's texting me." She glances down at her box and then over at August. "I need a chocolate cupcake when we get home. Stat."

*

August glances into her mirrors, then puts the truck in drive after strapping in. She navigates out of the parking spot easily, moving into light traffic with one hand on the wheel. Classic rock resumes its quiet playing, bluetooth hooked up to her phone. She can't help but laugh at Kate's commentary on her clothes. "I know. I'm gonna have to figure out how to install some stretchy bellies into my favorite skinny jeans. Or just do leggings with them the whole time. I'm thinking goth pirate chic." She glances over and says, "Some of my friends in Brooklyn wore heels their whole pregnancy. But I'll probably come down to three inches from five. Five seems borderline suicidal with an altered center of gravity." She turns the heat up a little bit on her side of the truck. "I mean, yes. No condoms to mess with. I got a lengthy lecture in the middle of a grocery store how my man's not fucking around on me, so that's convenient in the middle of the night when you have no time for fumbling around in drawers." She glances over. "Though I'm kind of wondering what I was missing out on at your sister's age that she's already keyed into that side benefit." She smiles a bit at Kate's revelation about the texts. "Is he?" She mms. "Good sign." She takes a turn off toward the B&B, and the truck's so huge that a lot of cars frankly yield. Which is good, the way August drives. Must be why Tony splurged on the extra grippy tires. "Did you get a red velvet?"

*

"I got two red velvet, four lemon, a creme brulee, cherry chocolate and the rest are chocolate bombs." Kate simply glances at August when she mentions the size of her heels. "I can't even wear three inch heels. I can't imagine being in five." She tries to imagine it, there is a lot of falling down in her imagination. She glances down at her phone, frowning. "Oh he doesn't want to discuss this over texts." She rolls her eyes and sets the phone down. "Lynn ..I swear that she'll do anything that she can to get the most out of life. She ..just…She scares me. If she takes off and leaves her kid behind, I swear I'm going to lose my shit." She blushes when August starts talking about sex without condoms. "I hate condoms, but I don't want to get pregnant. Birth control makes me feel insane." She shrugs and picks up her phone when it buzzes again. Her nose wrinkles and she sets it down without replying. "Lynn just dresses in sloppy sweat pants, dunno where she got that."

*

"The fives are mostly a cheat. Most of mine are three to three and a half with a one or one and a half platform. I have one pair that wears like twos, but they're five tall, which is great, until you try walking across cobblestones wearing them. I almost broke my ankle one time. Now I only wear those when I have an arm to hang onto." August could wear flats and low heels like a normal person, but she really likes the vantage from 6'4" on those stilettos. After a moment, she says, "He's a demanding shit. He's fucking lucky he's cute too."

"You don't think she'd dump a kid on you, do you?" Aug glances over. "Same. I mean, I was doing the shot, which is okay. The pills make me sick. Except if you don't keep locked down on that timing, the shot doesn't do you a lot of good. I did my math wrong, and then didn't do it at all." She grins and says, "I tried sweatpants once, but don't even like them to bed. I would be naked all the time if I could get away with it without cops getting involved." She checks her mirrors again, then navigates the beast of a truck onto the B&B's roadway, not long now. "College. Everybody in uni is too busy sleeping off the night before to do their hair or pick an outfit. Hoodie, sweatpants, go. I never finished. Wasn't for me. Instead, I take at least an hour every day getting ready. It's exhausting, but I'm a little bit OCD, so it's easy for me to focus that long."

*

"I'm going to try those heels at least once. Get really tall and look down at all my problems. I think I'd look good in heels like that, but mostly when I'm sitting. Maybe I'll wear them for the show." Katherine winces when August says she nearly broke her ankle, unbuckling her seatbelt to slip from the truck. "He's swearing at me now in texts. Poor man."

"If Lynn thought she could get away with it, she might. I know that she wants to take off, she's been wanting to since she was fourteen. If she does, she does, and I will lose my mind completely. Hope you don't have to see that." She glances down at her phone and grunts. "He can't not argue with me." She glances down at her jeans and her sweater, frowning a bit. "I need to go shopping sometime soon. I'm starting to look like a mom."

*

"I have one pair I never stand up in," August murmurs, pulling past the B&B so she can use the backup cameras to park in backward, though she does turn in her seat to check at least once before trusting the camera. She reverses in, hand stop the wheel, giving it a quarter turn before she straightens out and pulls on back to the garage. "What did you say?" She's amused, clearly.

"If she takes off, and I'm here, I'll help. I mean I have one of my own on the way. I have to learn somehow." God, terrifying. She's done some thinking about that, but not a lot. "I need to call my mom again and talk about this." She breathes out, then gets hold of her composure again, coming to a stop beside the garage. "I can certainly help you shop. Though winter selection is sadly lacking. I have two sweaters now, and they make me a little sad every time I wear them." She mms. "At least until somebody takes them off of me." God, one track mind, August. One. Track. Mind.

*

Kate glances down at the phone and then shrugs. "He said he already apologized, but a text saying I'm sorry is lame. He needs to come up with something better." She puts the phone in her pocket. "I think he is afraid to say the wrong thing, but if he keeps talking to me, he literally can't." She glances down at her clothes and grins at August, cupcake box tucked under one arm. "Okay, but I won't be able to maneuver around in a skirt that is too short. I'll spend the entire time red-faced and hiding." She points at August and then points to the garage. "Go up there and eat a cupcake, you clearly need some chocolate." She shakes her head, laughing at the one track mind. "It's okay, I'm like that too, and your advice in that area is spot on. Spot spot on."

*

Aug grins and says, "You just make sure your underwear match the skirt, so if someone sees them, they're getting a worthy show." She pops open her door and slides out, pulling the keys after she engages the parking break. "I definitely need something." Aug is laughing as she slides out of the truck, boots contacting the drive with a thump. "I'm going, I'm going." She pushes the truck's door shut, and walks 'round the back. "I'll be over in a few to get Jax. I need to go see if Tony's home." If Tony's home, she'll be closer to an hour. "The sweets are sitting pretty well. I think I might try for dinner later."

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