Wanda didn't know why she'd picked Darlene out of all the hackers in the world to help her take her share of the money. Money that Wanda bad earned but was being held captive. A life on the run wasn't cheap. She pulled down the bill of her cap, sipping on the coffee she'd ordered in the small cafe.
Darlene waa late for their meeting but Wanda thought that might just be normal.
She'd only communicated with Wanda through a series of brief text messages, the woman informing her that she'd received her name and number from a reliable source that had told her of Darlene's talents and that she had a job she'd like to propose to her. She wasn't particularly hurting for money, bouncing between crashing on Cisco's couch, forcing Elliot to share a bed with her and otherwise passing out at the arcade, it wasn't as though she needed to really pay rent to anyone. Maybe toss a few bucks in her brother's direction for pizza nights, or food to feed his dog -- he gave about as much care to having money as she did.
Darlene was doing it for the thrill that she hoped to get from whatever Wanda's idea was.
The subway had made her late, the trains weren't running on time due to some construction and she was inadvertently rerouted to another station, having to back track to end up at the cafe where they were supposed to meet. Fifteen minutes late. So much for a first impression, she supposed.
She had hardly anything to go off of to actually find the woman, a vague description of what she was wearing and where she'd be seated in relation to the cross street, but Darlene found her fairly quickly, claiming the open seat across from Wanda and unceremoniously dropping her bag on to the ground next to her feet. "Wanda?" She questioned, as though still unsure that she'd picked out the right person -- everybody supposedly had a doppelgänger somewhere in the world, maybe she'd somehow ran into the other's by completely twist of fate.
"That's me," Wanda said as she looked over Darlene. She looked over the woman that would hopefully help her put the plan she had into action. She sipped her coffee slowly as she studied the arrival. They'd corresponded only briefly and now that Wanda was looking at her she wasn't sure what she had expected. She certainly didn't fit the typical idea of a hacker that she had in her head.
darlene i need elliot advice can you not be an asshole about this one thing if i'm not an asshole either i didn't even wanna get in touch but it's serious now and i can't talk to anyone else about it
you're capable of not being an asshole? i thought that was coded right into your dna?
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okay, look, if elliot is doing something weird, maybe even what you'd probably consider crazy, then just let it go. he'll be fine in a couple hours, he just has these kinds of... moments.
honestly? yeah. i avoid it when i can no one in my life's deserved it yet, it's a waste of fucking time and energy
i don't even get why i give a shit about elliot other than what you said what is it about him that makes you want to like wrap a blanket around him all the time you're his sister, you must know and how do i stop it, it's annoying as hell
you didn't think to ask BEFORE you started talking to me about wild fucking escapades?
'oh man, maybe darlene is on to something hey, guy i've been banging recently, are we a thing? cause i kinda wanna put my dick in other stuff too. we are? oh. bummer.'
They were at the arcade. Alone. Trenton was fairly sure that Darlene had been drunk before she'd even arrived there and she was still drinking as they sat on the floor talking about everything and nothing.
It was almost midnight and Trenton reaches to push some of Darlene's hair away from her face tucking it behind her ear. She wished for not the first time that she could lean over and kiss her. It wasn't just that Darlene was a disaster herself, but the two of them together would be an even bigger one.
Darlene had come to the arcade after ditching some New Years Eve party somewhere in downtown Brooklyn. She'd done a good job of getting drunk off of expensive champagne -- the party was held by Darlene's more recent fuck buddy of the month; some 20-something that had made a quick fortune on a successful startup and now felt like he was king of New York. -- but the party itself had bored her and she'd spent most of the night messaging Trenton. Shocked to find that the girl had no plans for the evening.
Darlene was fairly certain that being without a single thing to do on New Years Eve in New York was a crime. Rather than fight the mobs of people at Times Square, they watched the action live streaming on one of the many laptops that had been left overnight. (Much to a paranoid Elliot Alderson's annoyance.)
"... It was so fucking lame. You'd think with that much money they would throw a good party." Darlene rambled with a shrug, a bottle of champagne between her legs and she took another swig from it before holding it out to share with Trenton just as the girl pushed some hair from her face.
Darlene swallowed thickly. This had become a familiar sort of tension between them.
"Do you usually do anything for New Years? You have to have gone out before for it." She asked, in hopes it would diffuse some of it.
Trenton's not sure she was really a good judge on what would be a good party or not but Darlene certainly was so if she thought it wasn't a good one then it probably wasn't. Trenton was sure she probably wouldn't have enjoyed the party that Darlene had been about it aside from the fact that the other would have been there too and that would have made him happy.
It's hard to think after reaching out to touch Darlene. She enjoyed it far too much.
"No," Trenton answered honestly. she's always been at home usually or doing some sort of studying or work. She'd never been free the way that Darlene was.
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pick and choose, FFA
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Wanda didn't know why she'd picked Darlene out of all the hackers in the world to help her take her share of the money. Money that Wanda bad earned but was being held captive. A life on the run wasn't cheap. She pulled down the bill of her cap, sipping on the coffee she'd ordered in the small cafe.
Darlene waa late for their meeting but Wanda thought that might just be normal.
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Darlene was doing it for the thrill that she hoped to get from whatever Wanda's idea was.
The subway had made her late, the trains weren't running on time due to some construction and she was inadvertently rerouted to another station, having to back track to end up at the cafe where they were supposed to meet. Fifteen minutes late. So much for a first impression, she supposed.
She had hardly anything to go off of to actually find the woman, a vague description of what she was wearing and where she'd be seated in relation to the cross street, but Darlene found her fairly quickly, claiming the open seat across from Wanda and unceremoniously dropping her bag on to the ground next to her feet. "Wanda?" She questioned, as though still unsure that she'd picked out the right person -- everybody supposedly had a doppelgänger somewhere in the world, maybe she'd somehow ran into the other's by completely twist of fate.
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"you're a bit late."
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can you not be an asshole about this one thing if i'm not an asshole either
i didn't even wanna get in touch but it's serious now and i can't talk to anyone else about it
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[ Sorry, kid, but you set yourself up for that one. ]
okay, look, if elliot is doing something weird, maybe even what you'd probably consider crazy, then just let it go. he'll be fine in a couple hours, he just has these kinds of... moments.
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he's not doing anything crazy, he's not being any different at all
it's more about me than him
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whatever, i don't care. what do you want?
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how do you make him stop... like, getting to you. how do you tune that out.
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getting to you? what the hell does that mean? like is he annoying you or something? i really thought it would have been the other way around... wow.
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no no, not annoying. just like
fuck how do i say this without you getting totally the wrong idea
i worry about him and shit
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is caring for people something that's new to you? you should probably care a little about the guy who's been letting you sleep on your couch.
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no one in my life's deserved it yet, it's a waste of fucking time and energy
i don't even get why i give a shit about elliot other than what you said
what is it about him that makes you want to like
wrap a blanket around him all the time
you're his sister, you must know
and how do i stop it, it's annoying as hell
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because Things Happened
remember when i said i didn't have a boyfriend cause i don't even really do the boyfriend thing?
oh lord.
let me get some action on this first.
100 bucks says that you're gonna follow this up with 'now i do'?
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and wrong, and owe me. i actually did already
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so you were lying to me? you know, i really thought we had reached some higher level of honesty, trust and all that bullshit with one another.
i don't know what to believe from you anymore.
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when you asked i figured i should check and
yeah
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'oh man, maybe darlene is on to something hey, guy i've been banging recently, are we a thing? cause i kinda wanna put my dick in other stuff too. we are? oh. bummer.'
you're fucking impossible.
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apparently he's easier to please than i thought
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sometimes you fuck a dude once and he falls in love, maybe your dick has magic powers.
oh yeah, and use protection, wear a condom, communication is key, and all that bullshit that adults are supposed to tell you.
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It was almost midnight and Trenton reaches to push some of Darlene's hair away from her face tucking it behind her ear. She wished for not the first time that she could lean over and kiss her. It wasn't just that Darlene was a disaster herself, but the two of them together would be an even bigger one.
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Darlene was fairly certain that being without a single thing to do on New Years Eve in New York was a crime. Rather than fight the mobs of people at Times Square, they watched the action live streaming on one of the many laptops that had been left overnight. (Much to a paranoid Elliot Alderson's annoyance.)
"... It was so fucking lame. You'd think with that much money they would throw a good party." Darlene rambled with a shrug, a bottle of champagne between her legs and she took another swig from it before holding it out to share with Trenton just as the girl pushed some hair from her face.
Darlene swallowed thickly. This had become a familiar sort of tension between them.
"Do you usually do anything for New Years? You have to have gone out before for it." She asked, in hopes it would diffuse some of it.
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It's hard to think after reaching out to touch Darlene. She enjoyed it far too much.
"No," Trenton answered honestly. she's always been at home usually or doing some sort of studying or work. She'd never been free the way that Darlene was.