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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 18:03:12 GMT -5
"Leave it to Drew to get the one with the kid." Joseph says as Varla takes off and I shake my head a bit, bouncing Chelsea up and down slightly like I'd seen her do. I hand the baby back over once she returns, mentally wiping sweat off my forehead. I wander over to the cooler to plop down on my towel and grab a beer from the ice, cracking it open to take a sip as I glance over at Varla before looking away again.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 18:07:03 GMT -5
My eyes go to Chelsea and I smile as she begins to doze off and pull her bottle from her mouth when she finishes, patting her back to burp her before laying her on her stomach and letting her sleep. I pull her into the blanket and look around before putting her in the little seat I had for her to sleep in. "Could you pass me one?" I ask, looking up at Drew as I tucked Chelsea into her seat, humming lightly.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 18:20:36 GMT -5
I take another sip and raise my eyebrows as I look over at her. I shrug a bit, trying to speaka s little as possible before grabbing one and getting to my feet. I walk over to hand it up Varla before plopping down beside her on the bench, ignoring the look that Joseph gave me. Him and Dave thought I was some sort of ladies' man- I was, but nothing for anything near a relationship.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 18:24:31 GMT -5
I take the beer from him and open it before taking a sip. My head leans back and I look back as Joseph looks at Drew and roll my eyes slightly before looking back at Chelsea. "So, Drew, what's your favorite animal?" I ask as I look at him and hoping that he would give me a decent answer or something. "Mine is furry, black and white, and in the bear family," I say, smiling before Chelsea grips onto my fingers.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 18:38:34 GMT -5
I take another sip of beer, raising my eyebrows at her question. "Uh, giraffe." I say randomly, shrugging my shoulders a bit. "Oh! Oh! Its a pondah!" I exclaim, grinning over at her as Dave and Joseph burst into laughter. "Wot?" I ask, a frown creasing my face. "You.. you just sounded so.. French." Dave says between chuckles and I roll my eyes a bit, huffing. "Pandah." he mocks, doing a fairly horrible impression of me.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 18:47:47 GMT -5
I smile when he tells me his and giggle when he guesses mine before glaring at Joseph and Dave. My hand goes to my face and I huff lightly before looking at the other two. "I'm sure you two are single, or at least look it, from your personality. It might be joking but you don't know how much that can hurt someone," I say, rolling my eyes before pulling my knees to my chest and looking at Chelsea. "Besides, accents are very cute," I mumble as I brush little strands of hair from Chelsea's face. I look behind me when my phone vibrates and read the message from Brad, asking if he could bring Chelsea to his house when he knew he had no custody of her.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 18:55:43 GMT -5
A blush crosses my face as she rants at them and they look surprised before their gazes drop to their feet. "You guys are.. how you say, told." I snicker, shrugging my shoulders a bit as I absently brush a strand of hair from my face. I look away as Varla goes on to say that she thought accents are cute- as did most women. I sigh softly, just wanting this to be over. Though, she hadn't exactly come onto my- which I was glad for. I was fine with my friends, I didn't need a relationship, someone who would just hurt me in the end.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 19:00:52 GMT -5
A growl escapes me when Brad calls me and I look around before tossing my phone onto the ground, not wanting to even see his name. A sigh come from me and I bite my lip before resting my head on my knees and closing my eyes. "So, when are those burgers going to be done?" I ask, looking back at the other two so I didn't seem as upset as I felt. I pull up my bikini top and look over when I hear Chelsea whine slightly, seeing she was still asleep and just dreaming.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 19:05:59 GMT -5
"Shut up, Napoleon." Joseph mumbles, grabbing a plate with a bun on it to slide the burger onto it. I glare at them, though I don't say anything. They knew that a sore spot was my height- I was actually the same height as Varla, or at least I thought. I sigh a bit, looking down at my bare feet. "Right now." I say, getting to my feet and moving over to grab the plate from him and pile lettuce, tomato, ketchup, and onion onto it.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 19:11:14 GMT -5
I look up as Joseph speaks and roll my eyes before looking as the burger is slid onto a bun. I soon get up and shove the two taller guys out of the way, looking between them and shrugging. "Get out of the way. I'm sure I can eat more than you two bean poles," I say and take my patty and slide it onto my bun, putting ketchup, mayo, lettuce and onions onto it. I go back to my seat and look over at Drew before looking back and pointing at Joseph. "Are you friends with Bradford Whitton?" I ask, recognizing him though I wasn't sure if it was the same Joseph.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 19:15:49 GMT -5
I grab my plate before chuckling as she pushes tem out of the way and I sit down at the picnic table, taking a bit out of my burger. I look over as Varla points at Joseph, taking a sip of my beer. "OHHHHHH- I thought you looked familair!" he exclaims and I raise my eyebrows a bit before looking back forward, taking another bite as I decide that it really wasn't any of my business.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 19:21:21 GMT -5
A huff escapes me when he confirms my suspicion and I huff. "Yep. The other woman he cheated on and got pregnant. Now, tell him to leave me the fuck alone," I say, turning back around and angrily eating my burger. Meet some guys and have one be the guy who was friends with my ex. Yeah, great. A sigh escapes me and I turn around to take a gulp of my beer before eating again and rubbing at my temple for a second. I eat another bite and take another sip, hoping that I could get drunk.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 19:27:16 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows as she spoke, but I don't say anything. Maybe she knew where I was coming from? Nah, I'd been cheaten on many times.. but, she ahd gotten pregnant, which was probably worse. I mentally shake my head, taking a swig from my cana s I scoot as far to the edge of the bench as I can, hoping to make myself not seem like a target ofr either jokes or harsh words- I wasn't in this angry vibe Varla had going on at the moment.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 17, 2013 19:33:54 GMT -5
I look back at Joseph and frown slightly before huffing. "Sorry, he keeps asking to take Chelsea home," I mumble before turning around and finishing my burger. I probably ruined their day. A soft huff escapes me and I stand, looking at them. "Uh, thanks for the food...sorry if I ruined any of this," I mumble as I put Chelsea's blanket back inside of her bag and sat down, chugging my beer.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 17, 2013 19:41:25 GMT -5
I soon finish my burger and shake my head a bit at ehr apology. "Its fine." I murmur, not really knowing how to make Varla feel better. Soemthing slaps onto my back and I jump, hearing a smothered snicker. "What?" I snap at Dave, turning to face him so that my back was to Varla, so that she could see the sticky note on my back that spelled out:
M-I-L-F
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