Parents Weekend 2011: Saturday @ 01:35 pm
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September 16th, 2011Comments
At the mention of brandy Samir got a craving for a nice, cold beer and cursed himself for not bringing one along. Although the would be harder to explain to student who caught him walking around smoking and drinking. Relaxing a little he rolled his eyes at Alex and shook his head. Girls. "Y'all only get one momma. She birthed you."
Samir removed his sweater and undid his top button. There was no harm in slacking on his clothes since all the parents were probably tanked by now anyway. "Why aint you at some wild party then? Seems odd for a girl to be wanderin' late by herself."
Alex snorted. "I might only get one, but I'd trade her in if I could," she replied, half-joking. Or at least trying to sound like she was. Just thinking about her mother made her roll her eyes again. "She's a whore and a-- muggle lover. How uncouth," she sighed.
She gave another shrug at Samir's question about partying. "I don't need to be around a bunch of drunk whores to have a party. Maybe I was going to have a private function," she suggested absently, gesturing with the cigarette in her hand.
Samir's eyes flickered up briefly at the mention of 'muggle loving' and has brain started ticking. Hadn't Gemma been talking about recruiting from the school? Students leading the revolution? It was only one thing but perhaps it was a start. He decided not to reveal anything now. It was too risky. "Talk like that can get you into deep trouble" he reminded her, careful to blow his smoke away from her.
She was quite an odd girl, he supposed. Kind of stuck up. Samir wasn't sure if he liked her all that much but she was good at dueling. "You're missin' your youth. Just wait 'til y'all's as old as me and then you'll regret not goin' to high school parties" he joked.
Alex rolled her eyes dramatically. "Ohhhh, I'm so scared," she sighed through her own exhale. She offered none of the same courtesy, blowing her smoke right at him even as he blew his away.
"I throw the best parties these bitches ever see," she informed him. "When I'm feeling especially sympathetic for them.. because seriously, you should see some of the losers who throw parties around here. And people just go! Like, I'm sorry, but I'm not going in some muggle hovel just because everyone else thinks it's okay. Have some self-respect," she scoffed. She supposed she was running her mouth a bit, but he had brought up the subject of parties and she had just sort of.. let it out. It was gross. Besides, he certainly didn't seem as offended as the disgusting sympathizers usually were.
Samir fought off the urge to roll his eyes. Fucking teenagers thinking they know best. Still, someone fearless (or at least stupid) would come in handy eventually. Even if they might get themselves blown up or something. "Whatever you say" he mumbled through his smoke, holding his hands up in defeat.
"What's so great about your parties then? Y'all got bikini models handin' out champagne?"
Seeming pleased with his defeat, Alex smiled smugly at him. "No," she replied slowly. "But I could," she quickly sneared. "Daddy lets me have whatever I need for my funds, so it's really not an issue. He doesn't mind paying a little extra to make me happy. He works for the League, you know."
Shrugging her shoulders, she went on. "I don't expect I'll get any bikini models any time soon. My cousin would probably enjoy that too much.. her and her little dyke friend. Fuck that," she rolled her eyes. Dani and Eden were both insufferable, really. It was half of why she enjoyed messing up their game so much.
"Well aint that something" Samir said blandly, bemused by her bravado. He must be a powerful man, he thought, raising his eyebrows.
"No bikini models? Well that just don't sound like a good party to me" he teased her a little, finishing his cigarette and tossing it. "Ya cousin come here too? You don't like much of your family, do ya?"
"I always have a good party. I don't need bikini models for that," she shot back seriously, fixing him with a faint pout. "You'd like them, you should come next time.. unless you think you're too mature. But I don't throw stupid keggers in the woods like those mudbloods did," she explained. "I expect class. Ties and coats."
Her own cigarette was finished a few moments after his, and she dropped it to the grass, crushing it out with the toe of her boot. She looked up at him, nodding. "She does, unfortunately.. we're roommates," she sighed. Upon the mention of her family, she blinked a bit as if she found his question stupid. "Of course not.. not many of them, anyway. There are only a handful of us still keeping the family name from being tarnished entirely, you know."
"I don't got a tie" Samir sighed. "Or a lot of class. Unless you count marking papers, I got a lot of that kinda class." Man, when had he started making teacher jokes?
Messing with his hair he scoffed. "I do not miss sharin' a room" he admitted, looking back at Shenandoah house with some trepidation. "How are y'all stoppin' it gettin' tarnished then?" he asked casually, though he was pretty curious, een if she was just a kid chatting shit.
Alex struggled not to smile, eventually snorting just a little. "Seriously? Did you just-- I don't know if I want you at my parties anymore."
She looked back toward the house when he did, frowning a little as her eyes followed a couple of people walking inside. "We just are. We have a.. proper outlook and understanding of blood purity. That's all. We're a minority, but we're still the ones who are correct," she muttered automatically, like it was a speech she had rehearsed a hundred times. It was just like her grandmother always said. |
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