according to my activity I have no one left to answer except for Evan (who, by the way, still has to answer me *cough*), but I do not have the best experiences with this activity page, so please send me a message if I’m wrong.
happy easter btw. happy egg-hunting.
The day after Lola had randomly walked in a shop in Storybrooke and met Elizabeth, she went back to the shop early. Since she didn’t bother to spend her time sleeping anymore and the room next to hers was hired, she had spend the night reading young adult science fiction books. Way to spend her time, she knew, but after having read Shakespeare a few times, she decided she might as well try something different.
And that was why she was here. Even though Storybrooke was tiny compared to New York, it was something new and absolutely different. But well, she didn’t know a single thing about this place, and after talking to you, you offered to give her a tour around town. Lola, of course, couldn’t refuse that. So, after having breakfast at Granny’s, she head back to the shop where she met you. On her motorcycle, of course.
”Hey,” she said after she saw you and smiled. ”Great weather,” she eventually added with a look up in the sky. She guessed everything was better than yesterday’s rain. ”So where are you taking me?”
"You had to kick in that door? How about a warning first? Something like 'You better open that goddamn door or I will.. Do something horrible to your precious door.'”
She acted like you had never kicked in a door before. And like the door was very important - in fact, the door to the Queen’s bedroom is kind of important… But that’s not the point. And also like you had killed the door or something. But then again, she could’ve expected something from her dearest sister.
"I love Brandon?" She shot you a disgusted glare,shook her head in an attempt to shake the thought off. "Are we still talking about the same Brandon? The one that tries to undress you everytime he sees you? I just.. Respect him enough to be close to him.. But love him?" She shivered once again and decided to close the subject here.
Do you remember when we closed subject just by saying “close the subject”? She heard how you said ‘you can’t hit people’, like you really meant you can’t hit people. Well, you obviously can. And she really thought you would now that by now. You hit people weekly, or at least monthly, where Brandon had been the first person she had hit in about three years.
"You believed his lost puppy face? Really? You talk about Brandon like he’s a child! If he has a problem with a black eye, he should hit me. He insulted me and then I made sure girls will think he has been in some badass fight." She laid down on her bed and stared to the ceiling for a long minute, before closing her eyes and letting out a brief sigh. "Tell Brandon I’m sorry? I can’t leave, I’m grounded."
”I don’t do warnings when people don’t bother to open the damn door,” Lola answered, obviously annoyed and obviously not caring about your precious door. She hadn’t seen you in ages and she was a princess after all, so she had all the right to see you when she made an appointment and spoke to you. You were making such a huge deal about a door, a door that, in fact, you didn’t even need to repair. Putting it back up and pushing it back in would be good.
”You are exhausting, did you know that?” she asked you after sighing a few times. She couldn’t believe she was spending her day telling you that you shouldn’t hit people - you were a queen now, you should know that. ”There is this thing called a cell phone, you should try texting or calling sometime. And not only to tell Brandon you’re sorry, also to talk to your great, hot half-sister who, by the way, is sort of done with you.” Of course. You never had time, and when you were around, you only complained how busy you were and hit people.
She rolled her eyes when you offended Brandon. She knew you were her sister and she didn’t pick Brandon his side - she never would do so - but this was just getting way out of hand. ”Queen’s dont get grounded,” she said. ”And my sister, at least the way I know her, wouldn’t let something like being grounded stop her.”
And that was the end of the third test week. I am so, so, tired. Which pretty much means I will reply later this week, so.. probably saturday. sorry for the delay and all.
James looked into the small girls’ eyes after he had placed one of his hands against the bar, right next to where she was sitting. He smiled and continued to sip from his drink while he listened to you. "I want you to be completely honest with me." How weird could the answer be, right? He looked up at her, since she was now higher than he was due to the bar she was sitting on.
"I’ll tell you why I’m here-" He continued. Vince wasn’t very good at deep, emotional conversations and always told the truth straight. So did he now. "I’m looking for some girls to come with me and my friends. You see, we all live in this big house together. We are living the life." He finished, and on that a smile appeared on his face and he finished his drink before placing it on the bar.
Completely honest… well, it sounded like she had just found herself an alibi. How great was that. Lola snickered softly and glanzed back to you for a second, smiling amused. ”I’m an assassin and I’m here pretending I have been here all night, so no one will come after me,” she answered, looking straight on your face when she told you. She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her whiskey.
”To come home with you, really?” she asked with another amused grin. She just felt like that was a subtle way of saying ‘I think you’re hot and I want to get laid with you in my house with my weird friends’ but that could just be her. ”You are living the life,” she repeated slowly. ”And why is that?”
James responded to the smile with a smile of his own, taking your wrist to pull you along through the crowd to the bar. "A whiskey. The girl’s on fire." He chuckled, shaking his head lightly. When we both reached the bar he let go of your wrist, leaned forward and yelled at one of the bartenders. "Hey, Jaimie, one whiskey please!" Within a minute he had one.
He put the glass into your hand and pushed his own against it. "Cheers." He looked in your eyes while he said it. After that, he took a sip before he leaned back against the bar. "So. What are you doing here, Lola?"
She chuckled on your whiskey remark. Whiskey was, next to water and a lot of coffee, the only think that she drunk. ”Or other people are just boring for not drinking whiskey,” she suggested. She knew most people couldn’t take as much whiskey as she did, since being immortal had its benefits. Nevertheless she did like people who drunk whiskey.
”Cheers,” she answered and directly took a sip from her glass. With a simple jump she sat down onto the bar - the bartender didn’t seem to mind so much - and took another sip from her drink before she answered your question. ”Do you want the real story or the cheap story I make up if people like you ask that question?”
"Lola. Pleasure." His friends had turned away by now and talked to each other or other people, and moved their attention away from us. They knew they would see the girl again anyway. The four of them lived together in one house and knew everything about each other. They were childhood friends and made their decisions together - and they all lived of Vincent’s wealth.
And girls loved Vince, and Vince loved girls. Vincent didn’t take no for an answer, and hooked up with girls all the time. Tonight, his plan was the same. He looked deep into Lola’s eyes, licking his lips. "Would you like a drink?" He asked, raising his hand so you could see what he was drinking.
When she actually took the time to look up to you, she felt like someone had punched her right in the stomach - and this time it actually hurt. You looked a lot like her high school sweetheart Daniel. But he was murdered a long time ago, so that wasn’t possible - but the resemblance was great.
You were probably going to try to get laid with her, like practically every other guy she met in the clubs, But she didn’t want to get laid with you. And it wasn’t you. But she couldn’t refuse a drink. ”I would like a whiskey, actually,” the blonde answered with a smile. She followed you to the bar.
Vinnie pulled an arm around his brothers neck and pulled him closer. "Come on, Johnny. Don’t be a dick." He released him and stepped forward to you, his friends already shaking their head knowing Vince was going to hit on her. He always did, on every single girl. He smiled and turned his face to his brother again. "Don’t you see how cute she is?"
He looked into your eyes, raising his hand so you could shake it. "I’m Vincent. Who may you be?" He brought his glass to his lips and took a sip, enjoying the freshness sliding down his throat. He was staring at the girls’ face, waiting for an answer.
The moment the guy stepped in and complained about his brother’s behaviour in front of her, she rolled her eyes again. Yea, this guy was definitely going to hit on her. God, there was only so much to say about being pretty, but really, was looking good the only thing guys paid attention to? Exhausting.
The guy approached her and Lola tried to wipe the very sarcastic face expression upon her face, and instead exchange it for a relieved one. It was not like she couldn’t have taken each and every single one of those guys out, but she wasn’t supposed to be drawing attention to herself.
”I’m Lola,” she answered. ”Pleasure to meet you, Vincent.” If only the bartender would check her ID you would figure out she lied to you about her name, since she went by as Veronica now, but she took her changes. She smiled friendly at you.