Darlene rolled her eyes at the accusation that she was a drama queen. This kid had yet to even see the full extent of her dramatics, this was just the first act in The Darlene Alderson Show, he should have felt fucking honored to even be there witnessing it. He also should have been thanking his lucky stars that she hadn’t sprang into full ass-kicking mode — not that Darlene had ever actually kicked anyones ass, but there was no better time to give it a shot, right? She was pretty sure that she could hold her own against this kid, but that could have all been her constantly overinflated ego talking shit.
“Okay.” She pushed herself into a standing position, leaning back against the refrigerator, arms crossed over her chest as she continued to eye the other with a scrutinizing sort of gaze. Sizing him up, as though he was just another device that she could exploit and uncover all the hidden secrets about. For the most part, people were easy to decipher, most of them wore their emotions as plainly as the clothes on their backs (Darlene included, when they became even the slightest bit overwhelming.) and she was always surprised by just how much she could tell from a person based on reactions from the simplest of questions.
This guy, though. She couldn’t get a read on. A worthy adversary if there had ever been one.
“I know Elliot. Let’s say that he and I are close. And I wouldn’t have to break in if that dickhead would just give me a key, but for some reason he’s just really against this whole idea of me coming and going whenever I please.” Again her eyes rolled, harder than they had before and with and added scoff and shake of her head. Elliot was fucking unbelievable sometimes, if she had her own apartment he could have free reign to it, didn’t she deserve the same courtesy?
“Because he’s a fucking idiot, that’s why.” Darlene pulled her phone from her jacket pocket, typing away a message on it before tucking it away again and returning her arms to their tightly crossed position over her chest. "Great, first he gets a dog that he can hardly take care of and now he’s got some fucking kid that he can’t even take care of. Real nice going Elliot. Wonder where you learned this kinda parenting from? You still didn’t answer me. Who the hell are you? You’re homeless, but I’m sure you got a name or something, right?"
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“Okay.” She pushed herself into a standing position, leaning back against the refrigerator, arms crossed over her chest as she continued to eye the other with a scrutinizing sort of gaze. Sizing him up, as though he was just another device that she could exploit and uncover all the hidden secrets about. For the most part, people were easy to decipher, most of them wore their emotions as plainly as the clothes on their backs (Darlene included, when they became even the slightest bit overwhelming.) and she was always surprised by just how much she could tell from a person based on reactions from the simplest of questions.
This guy, though. She couldn’t get a read on. A worthy adversary if there had ever been one.
“I know Elliot. Let’s say that he and I are close. And I wouldn’t have to break in if that dickhead would just give me a key, but for some reason he’s just really against this whole idea of me coming and going whenever I please.” Again her eyes rolled, harder than they had before and with and added scoff and shake of her head. Elliot was fucking unbelievable sometimes, if she had her own apartment he could have free reign to it, didn’t she deserve the same courtesy?
“Because he’s a fucking idiot, that’s why.” Darlene pulled her phone from her jacket pocket, typing away a message on it before tucking it away again and returning her arms to their tightly crossed position over her chest. "Great, first he gets a dog that he can hardly take care of and now he’s got some fucking kid that he can’t even take care of. Real nice going Elliot. Wonder where you learned this kinda parenting from? You still didn’t answer me. Who the hell are you? You’re homeless, but I’m sure you got a name or something, right?"