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[giaparker]

“Yes!” The answer escapes her mouth before she can even actually process what her plans for the night were. Whatever plans she’d made for herself to waste the night away paled in comparison to spending more time with Cora. It was easy to just cancel all plans and open the door wider so that Cora could come in. Her room was her usual mess of homework and blankets  (she never thought to clean it when people weren’t there) but it wasn’t anything new to Cora. At least it was comfortable enough to watch TV on. “Girls night, totally.”

She was totally unprepared, hair in a messy bun, stained sweatpants in, but she certainly wasn’t going to say no because she was under-dressed. “Did you have any ideas besides the wine?”

girls night ( cora & gia )

@giaparker

A soft smile fell on her lips. It was strange to say that Gia was one of the few people to calm her down. She really shouldn’t have been able to. They were just friends. That was it. Cora hadn’t expressed anything pass that and yet they seemed to be trailing in another direction. Whatever, it didn’t matter. Cora didn’t come here to mull over her emotions. Instead, she needed to kill the ball of stress that built its kingdom between her shoulder blades. Unwittingly enough, this was the best idea she could come up with. She wasn’t eager to pounce on the party scene. She definitely didn’t want to chance running into any of the problems she had at the gym.  The decision was easy. 

Brushing back her freshly curled hair, the brunette tug down her shirt to show a bit more cleavage. With a swift knock on the door, Cora waited until the door swung open to reveal a charming smile. In her other hand was a bottle of wine. If anything, it would be easy to use Gia’s supplies and watch a movie with her. It never crossed her mind that Gia may have been busy. She just assumed there would always be time for her. 

“I need some down time. Girls night?”

[giaparker]

It takes nanoseconds for her to ponder Will’s suggestion “Food! Yes- yup let’s do it.” Part of her feels bad for wanting to leave with the movie unfinished, but it’s really her bad. It’s a good enough movie, and they’ll probably finish it eventually but right now all she can think about is walking down to the cafe and finding out what there is available. As cool as Melissa McCarthy is, she doesn’t really offer the possibility of pizza. Or, really any comfort food. Mac and cheese sounds to die for right now.

She sits up on the bed, cup sloshing precariously but not actually spilling. It’s a game she probably shouldn’t be playing, but with the new plans she’s pretty much lost the focus on all present things. She slides off the bed and wobbles slightly before she’s able to steady herself (and take another sip of wine). “Come on, let’s do it!”

“I’m not making sad faces!” Maybe Will is. Or, he was, because now it’s all big, face-splitting smiles as they both fall into nice buzzes. This is what Will needs today. Gia is great company, and she’s been good at asking the wrong questions so Will doesn’t have to talk about things. It’s great.

“You’re still getting water for your next cup.” Will’s probably going to switch to water, too. All of the sudden, the useless sidekick shows up in a helicopter, and Will realizes he hasn’t been watching the movie as close as he thought he was. He looks over to Gia, who is so damn pleased with herself, and an idea strikes him as someone dramatically falls out of yet another helicopter.

“God, what the fuck is even happenin’.We should go to the kitchen, and get you some real food.”

[giaparker]

“I’m not wasted!” Her voice might be a little too loud but that’s just because, well the movie’s loud. It has nothing to do with wine or no wine, he’s being silly. And anyways even if she was drunk (she’s not) isn’t that the point of the night? But she won’t fight him on the glass of water, it’s probably for the best. “All I had for dinner was some popcorn,” She punctuates her statement with another handful, this time catching a chocolate in the mix, “That’s kind of your fault.” And it’s not really an excuse for being a lightweight. Even one who just expecting a normal movie night.

“And stop with the sad faces! No one hates you.” Sure, people might dislike him. But she can’t think of anyone who’s said the words ‘I hate Will Davis’. She couldn’t think of another blonde at Hudson either though, so she might be missing some names. It’s not a big deal, it’s not like comforting someone has to be factually accurate. “You know. Alcohol is a depressant. I’ve solved your next problem. I’m a regular Sherlock Holmes tonight.”

“There isn’t enough popcorn and wine in the world to make her like me.” Will’s starting to get sad, and that’s not how he is when he drinks. So he drinks some more, puts a smile on his face. There’s no reason to be sad. Will Davis has his choice of ladies and men alike.

“You cracked the code, Gia,” Will says with a laugh, shaking his head at her. The next time she asks for a refill, she’s getting cut off. “For a school full of spies, a lot of y’all are lightweights, you know that?” Gia’s drunk on wine, Daniel got drunk on just a couple of beers, and even Drew can’t handle more than three or four shots. The worst of them all is Gemma, really, but Will is purposefully not thinking about Gemma West tonight. Not even a little bit.

“You’re wasted,” he says with another laugh, finishing up his beer. The movie’s still going but neither of them are really paying attention to it any more. “Your next glass is going to be water.”

[giaparker]

She winces as he recounts the story. It doesn’t really matter who the other student was, she can think of a few people who would get a little too over-zealous in the heat of a fight. If anything, his story serves for another reason she should just stay away from sparring. Even if she fell off this rock wall, she wouldn’t have to worry about Andrew scrambling down just to knock her out. Then again, different people, different situation. And she definitely wasn’t going to fall off this wall, even as she watched Andrew scramble to get a firm grasp.  “Yeah, I’m fine.” Even if her voice wavers a little bit, she doesn’t regret climbing up on the wall. “I’m an explorer.” She grins, reassuring him.

“That being said, I’m pretty sure this mountain ends right up at that blue grip.” She wipes a sweaty palm on her pants before pointing up to a large blue handhold a little past half way up the wall. Then she’s not really a failure, but they can still climb down and get mats and chalk. And then definitely try again. Instead of returning her hand to the original grip, she figures that she’ll just move farther up the wall, reaching for the next possible grip. It’s not her greatest idea and she completely misses, dragging her nails on the grey plastic of the wall. Besides the sound, it does nothing but break her nail and return her to her original position. She can inspect it when they’re back on the ground, right now it’s pretty minimal. She’d rather make it up the wall, “We can make it that high, right?”

rock wall & chill (possible death) // gia & andrew

“Yeah, for like. An hour? I woke up in the medical wing. Apparently you’re not supposed to slam someone’s head against the floor while boxing, but, like. My sparring partner didn’t know that.” That hadn’t been a fun day, at all. Concussions are a bitch to deal with, and Andrew’s head had throbbed for days. “Well, like. It wouldn’t be real rock climbing if we had a safety net. But I’m totally down for falling on purpose, dude. We definitely have to do that.” That sounds pretty fun, actually. Like jumping onto a huge bed.

“We’re, like. You know. Crossing treacherous terrain. We’re explorers.” Of the rock wall at Hudson, but. The thought is still there. It’s the atmosphere that counts. The mindset. “The chalk would’ve been a good idea, yeah. My palms are starting to get kinda sweaty.” Andrew reaches up and, true enough, he can’t get a proper grip on the next hand hold. He takes a second to wipe his left palm it on his jeans, but he unbalances himself a little, and has to grab onto one of the grips to keep his feet from slipping. That was a close one. “Holy shit,” he breathes with a laugh, reaching up again and successfully wrapping his fingers around the hand hold, then glances down and steps on another one, pushing himself up again. “You okay, Gia?”

[giaparker]

His affirmation felt like a weight lifting on her shoulder. They were on the same page for the assignment, and that’s what was important. And she could talk through everything, until he told her to be quiet at least. Maybe it was the environment that created the nervous tension; stark lighting, half rooms, all in a warehouse, it was kind of eerie. She couldn’t blame all her nerves on Gus after all, that wasn’t fair. Glancing around the room for somewhere to start, she found herself back at her original point. “Uh- the desk, over there.” She pointed off to his side. Luckily the trainer was going easy on them, it was barely cluttered. This was going to be easy to start with at least. “Black lamp, one pen, two sheets of paper, mug.”

It was what could be expected from a hotel room, right? No one really left their important documents sitting out for the maid to check out. Beside, it was probably something far smaller that would be missing from their next set up. “Way cleaner than mine, that’s for sure.” This wasn’t really the time for small talk. If anything she would lose track of her list items. But she didn’t want to just let the seconds trickle by in awkward silence. They were being graded for their memorization, not their silence. “Can you imagine just having two pages of homework? Sign me up for the fast track.”

memory match || gia & gus

Gus had to count backwards from ten, and then twenty again, as she spoke when she could have simply given him a one word answer in one direction or the other. Working together meant that they’d achieve a higher score to show that they were both capable of teamwork both in and out of the field, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stand there all day and listen to someone else prattle on even though her voice was soothing in a way. It blocked out other thoughts that were bothering him when he could focus on the way she rambled on as he shot her a look before she pointed in the direction that they should start. “Good choice,” was his gruff reply, rough as he cleared his throat and stared it but knew that it wouldn’t be long before his eyes would start to go cross eyed at the entire scene.

They had a whole room to memorize and not a lot of time in it, before long they’d be given an identical room and have to pick apart what was different or missing. If either one of them missed anything, it would be on the both of them which was enough to bother him to think that his success hung on the shoulders of someone else, same with failure, but that was another element to the test. One that he had to deal with as best he could ( which wasn’t all that good to start with ) as he glanced back over at her. “Where are you looking first?”

[giaparker]

[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like

[ text ] : i was just watching tv BUT that sounds”??? AMAZINg

[ text ] : caN i come over and improve my night

[giaparker]

[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

[ text ] : BETTER QUESTION

[ text ] : have you never eaten fried chicken while taking a bubble bath

[ text ] : its the height of luxury

[giaparker]

[text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love.

[ text ] : i didn’t know we were so serious!

[ text ] : is it bubblegum

[giaparker]

[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.

[ text ] : how can i say no????

[giaparker]

(From Sawyer) [text] Be careful. / [text] Please don’t do this. / [text] It was so good seeing you.

[text] Be careful. 

[ text ] : name one time i haven’t been careful

[text] Please don’t do this. 

[ text ] : i hear you and im listening but part of me is still going to want to try and hack the national art registry for you.

[text] It was so good seeing you.

[ text ] : AW

[ text ] : IT WAS SO GOOD SEEING YOU

[giaparker]

Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight

[ text ] : i have absolutely no problem with that

[ text ] : did you want me to take vids too

[giaparker]

[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated / [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. / [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? / [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. / [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. / [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.

[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated 

[ text ] : i don’t think i could ever hate you

[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.

[ text ] : does that mean braless too

[ text ] : these directions are unclear!!

[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? 

[ text ] : it was kind of about me. just a little bit.

[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.

[ text ] : really ?!??

[ text ] : THANK YOU

[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. 

[ text ] : kind of late for that

[text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.

[ text ] : how do you know that!! i just dont

[ text ] : i thought we were happy together

[giaparker]

”You got knocked out? That’s the kind of thing I’m avidly trying to avoid. I don’t think my coding will get better with a concussion, you know?” She pulls herself up on the next grip, pausing to look down and see nothing but the hard floor of the gym. Andrew’s right they completely forgot to pull up any kind of landing mat. But no harness, no rules, they’ve pretty much thrown all safety out the window at this point. “Maybe next time?” She glances around to see if the mats are tucked away somewhere locked up, but she spots them over in the corner of the room. They probably could have seen those coming in. “I think I’d want to fall on purpose.” The idea probably isn’t one to have while free climbing, but she continues on, “Just to have the cushy landing. So- we should definitely do that next.”

But right now she’s focused on the grips, that are definitely getting farther apart as they go. “You’re right about the grips. I think they’re purposely set just far enough apart that I can’t- reach.” At least not without far more effort than it originally took. “Maybe chalk would have helped with the grips? But this is really rugged, very Bear Grylls.” And she kind of wants to see how much farther she can go without slipping, it’s probably not that much further if she’s being honest.

rock wall & chill (possible death) // gia & andrew

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he promises, shifting a little further away from Gia so he won’t end up blocking her or taking any of her hand holds. The further up they go, the harder it is to find the easier grips, and they’re spread further apart, too. “This beats boxing by a long shot. Dude, I got knocked out before. That was pretty shitty.”

They’re not that far up the wall - just a few feet, so falling won’t be that bad (right?), when Andrew realises their mistake. “We should’ve, like. Taken one of those mats, you know? Like the ones they use at track meets for high jumps.” He’s seen Abby’s track meets enough to know what those look like, and it’d be a nice soft landing if either he or Gia loses their grip and falls.

Not that he thinks either of them will. Of course not. He pushes himself up further, having to stretch for the next hand hold that’s easier to grab and hold onto. And he’s not exactly short. “Is it just me, or are the grips getting a little further apart the higher we go?”

[giaparker]

Blame it on the slowed reflexes or the action on screen, but his defensiveness barely sends up a red flag. Instead she just laughs a little bit, trying to process his sentences. “Does she hate you?” She’s latched on to the end of his sentence instead of any of the million ‘nos’ that he’s quickly spewed out. “I didn’t think anyone could hate you.” Then again she doesn’t know Gemma that well, or her relationship with Will. It’s not the first time she’s heard the term ice queen be thrown around when talking about the younger West, maybe there’s something to it. “You probably haven’t bought her enough wine and popcorn.” Her joke is stupid and it’s missed the tone of the moment, but she didn’t really expect Will to turn on her so fast.

And yet, the attempt to calm down / cheer up / make laugh doesn’t stop there because she’s on her second glass of wine, and Will invited her over for a drama free night. “If it’s not Gemma, then there’s only one other option.” She thinks for a moment, coming up completely empty on any other queen bee, or blonde, walking the Hudson halls. So she bumps his shoulder with a silly grin on her face, one answer left, “I’m your type!”

“What?” Will recoils, both physically and mentally, almost spilling his beer. He shoots Gia a look, the world shifting a little because he’s moving so fast. She’s drunk, too. That has to be it. There’s no way Gia would say that otherwise. “No. Not Gemma. Definitely not Gemma.”

God, this entire night is to not think about Gemma fucking West, and now that’s exactly what he’s doing and think about. Her, and her stupid face, and the stupid way she tucks into his side perfectly, and how stupidly pretty she is when she’s sleeping. God, Will hates her. He grits his teeth and finishes the fresh beer he just opened. It makes his stomach slosh a little, but whatever. He’s fine. He’s happy and fine and drunk.

“God, I have better taste than Hudson’s ice queen. Who hates me.” Will definitely doesn’t lose some of his posture when he says that last line. Gemma doesn’t effect him. At all. And Will doesn’t care if she hates him. It’s not a big deal.

[giaparker]

more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[giaparker]

“Uh- neither actually.” She pauses to set up at the place he motioned to. It’s close enough that they can have a conversation, but it’s not in the way of all Jude’s work. What’s it’s actually supposed to be, she’s not sure yet, but Jude’s designs always make sense in the end. “I was just working on a thing for school.” Completely boring compared to the ideas that he’s listed, in fact it pales in comparison. She sits in the chair, glancing back over to him. “I’m not opposed to finding some schematics for you, though.” Most people mention the charity thing, and moving numbers isn’t too hard, but companies start to get suspicious when funds go missing. She doesn’t really want to get caught back up in the corporate world. But, the Pentagon has a back door in place that she’d found on a path to the White House, and what he’s asking isn’t too difficult ( assuming Hudson doesn’t crack down on them for it ). “You’ll have to tell me when I’m on the right plans, they all look like rockets to me.“

“Not at all, spider monkey,” Jude said and nodded to the workbench that had free space and an outlet nearby. It was one of the few surfaces that wasn’t littered with pieces and parts, everything taken apart and half-started half-finished modge-podge. The shop was mostly his, aside from a few others who usually just moved his shit or cursed him out for fixing theirs. He was the best here, and for reason that felt like he was the best everywhere. “You hacking into any place good? Pentagon? Goldman-Sachs?” His smile turned upward, amused. “If it’s the first, I could always use the schematics on the ‘more classified’ weapons. General reading, see what bullshit Lockheed is producing for them these days. If it’s the latter, I would recommend various charities looking for generous donations.”

[giaparker]

“Thank you.” She gestures with her cup, sending wine almost spilling over the edge. To prevent any kind of accident, she brings it quickly to her mouth and takes a long drink so that it’s only three quarters full. It’s much safer that way, even if the sudden large gulp makes her stomach churn. She grabs a handful of popcorn to combat the feeling of a liquid stomach. Two cups isn’t exactly heavy weight drinking, and she wants to last the entire movie.

She mulls over his statement for a moment. Tall, blonde, and bitchy does kind of sound like the all-American girl, at least if she’s learned anything from experience. And cheerleader makes sense, he was football player above all else wasn’t he? But there’s no cheer squad at Hudson, so he’s probably had to search harder for his ‘type’. There’s not really any sports teams, but there are blondes. Her thoughts are sidetracked by the noise from the TV for a moment, laughing at how over the top the scene is.

“Okay blonde bitchy, queen of the school.” She stumbles around the criteria again, before finally landing on the answer that should have been there all along. “Oh! Like Gemma!”

“Seth Rogan? That dude isn’t funny. But we can totally watch it.”  The movie sounds good, minus the Seth Rogan part. Will doesn’t mind watching it if Gia wants to. Especially if she’s willing to part with one of her horror movie choices to watch it.

Will gets up off the bed, chugging back his beer again. He’s starting to lose track of how many beers he’s had. Will’s good at that. He pours out another glass of wine for Gia and pops open another beer for himself, starting to feel a buzz. It loosens the tension in his shoulders and makes an easy grin spread over his face. There’s some badass action happening on the screen when Will settles back into his spot on the bed. He carefully hands her the glass back, mostly filled, and taps another sip of his beer. The alcohol has another effect on him, one that isn’t always Will’s favorite. It makes him talk a bit more freely, more than he should about things. The filter starts to disintegrate and Will opens his mouth without thinking of who he is describing.

“For girls? I usually go for that like, head cheerleader type? Blonde hair, light eyes, a look on their face like they’re about to destroy you with their words. Guess it just does it for me,” Will shrugs, chugging back more of his beer.