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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:31 pm
"Not watching your figure, I see."
"Neither did you when you ordered a full-sized barbecue pizza that one day I took you to the traveling pizzeria."
Though mostly silent, Nye wasn't afraid to speak up when Cassie had gone a little too far. Her face flushed with color as she stared, slack-jawed at her ex-boyfriend, and then she promptly walked away to deliver the order. As soon as she was out of hearing range, Nye's posture relaxed and he slumped slightly.
"I'm sorry you had to see that."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:42 pm
Let us take a moment to put Ivie into 3-D in her underware, much like you would on the Sims. Weight, you say? The girl was rather fine-boned, almost bird-like, and there was little meat on her to begin with due to her rather poor habit of eating once a day. A little on the thighs, a little on the tummy and obviously some on the bum and boobs but other than that, Ivie would quite possibly be considered underweight.
For this reason, she simply raised an eyebrow at the plumper woman, giving a rather obvious 'You're seriously using that one?' look.. As much as she hated confrontation, she wasn't one to take insults sitting down. Fortunately, before she had time to forumlate something bitchy in her mind, Nye had spoken up instead. It was probably a bad thing that Ivie couldn't surpress her giggle. A full-sized pizza? Ivie could hardly get get through the small!
As the blonde flounced off, Ivie relaxed a little and rested her elbows on the table, her head resting on her linked hands. "That's alright...bad break-up?" Nye seemed to have dated an awful lot of women.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:52 pm
Nye shrugged. "Lots of indecisiveness, crying, and alcohol, and I just overconsumed coffee and tylenol to keep the headaches at bay. Even though she dumped me, and all. Strangest girl."
Nye grinned at Ivie's expression. He really didn't think she'd even consider saying something mean, but Cassie was in for it, really. She took the table, knowing exactly how messy it'd get, and she had blatantly insulted the girl Nye was sitting with. Really, how stupid could someone get?
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:56 pm
She was asking for it, really. Nye might have seen Ivie happy, sad and had obviously seen her traumatised and abused, but he'd never seen her angry. When it came to dealing with men the girl did tend to back off but women? She might not have been the type to double-layer meanings into her words, but she certainly was the type to straight out insult right back if it came to it.
Mind, she'd never start it. That just wasn't her way.
"You seem...to have dated quite a lot of women." Ivie said slowly, as if pondering. "Why on earth would she have been crying if she was the one breaking it off with you? Drama queen..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 7:12 pm
So it was true, all girls were catty.
Nye was a victim and a user of double-layering, just because he was good at it and had reason to do it. Not like he started stuff either- people generally liked to start stuff with him. For various reasons, too, and not all of them were always good ones. Popular guy.
"Ah, hope that doesn't give you the wrong impression. I'm not some creepy womanizer or anything."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 7:20 pm
I'd like to put it more like All girls have the ability to become catty if provoked. I mean, really. It wasn't as if Ivie was lashing out at anyone here. Well, maybe around ToM, but that was an entirely different kettle of fish.
Most guys that she knew, however, settled things with fists and knives. Nye was an entirely different breed, obviously. Aside from that rather gay male nurse at work, he was very, very catty.
"Not so much creepy." Ivie said with a chuckle, remembering something Allison had said about Nye being with a lot of women. "But it's not really any of my bussiness what you do with your spare time."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 7:26 pm
Nye was always glad he didn't have his period. It made every girl he ever knew catty as hell for no reason whatsoever. Scary time, that is. He recalled his mother being especially bad.
"But you still think I'm a womanizer?"
Not at all offended, more like amused, Nye crossed his arms. He never thought about it that way.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 7:40 pm
When Ivie came to that time of the month, she replaced the coffee in her diet with chocolate shots. No, not hot chocolate. Literal. Melted. Chocolate. shots. It kept her relatively calm, if a little jumpy. Still, better than snapping everyone's head off.
"Mm...difficult to say." Ivie mused, tapping her chin with a finger. "I can't say I've seen you in a relationship with a woman so it could be, rather, a string of short-term relationships. Whether you go out simply to indulge in activities of a sexual nature with women is something I have little information about.:
Huh. You'd think she was doing research for an essay, with that tone.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:03 pm
If Nye knew that, he'd prooobably try and get Ivie to eat a little healthier. You know, diabetes and all.
Oh well, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"Ouch," he said dejectedly. So much for making a good impression. "Is that really the kind of vibe I send off?" A tad bit concerned with your impression, aren't you, Nye? Then again, who wouldn't be slightly thrown off-balance by someone telling you that they suspect you might have slept around a ton (which he sorta-kinda did, but it was never random!)?
Oh well.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:20 pm
With the amounts of sweets Ivie eats, it's a surprise she hasn't got diabetes already. Ah well.
"No, not really. You just give off that 'fop' feeling." Ivie giggled, making a face at Nye and obviously teasing. Alright, perhaps that had come out a little harsher than she'd meant it to. "But when you hear about four different girls your new friend's been with in the last year in the first three weeks of knowing them, you do tend to wonder.."
Alright, now she felt bad. Biting her lip a little, Ivie glanced away to see Cassie coming with something, presumably for them. "Ah...is this our drinks?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:29 am
Oh dear, Nye. You've been pushed to the 'Friend Zone'. How ever will you recover?
"The 'fop' feeling is generally not defined by being some sort of womanizer. That more implies me giving off 'pretty' vibes." Another miscellaneous item was pulled out from Nye's pocket- a lavender-colored tube of all-natural chapstick. The cold got to his lips, and appearance was a big part of his job!
After the clear-colored lip balm was applied and the cap replaced with a click, Nye looked to the side. Ivie was right- there came a very pissy-looking Cassie with two drinks. She placed the cups down, Nye's with a little more force than Ivie's, and opened her mouth to say something cruel. Nye was already thinking of possible responses.
"You know, Nye, I never honestly expected you to admit much to me, but I always knew you had problems."
"Meaning?" Nye said hesitantly. Where was she heading with this?
"Well, aside from not being able to keep a promise," she started. Nye's frown deepened. You know as well as I that that's not true, he retorted silently. "You're also apparently physically abusive. Or perhaps you'll want to blame those bruises on other acts?"
There were very, very few times in which Nye would dare yell in public, but Cassie was really pushing his temper. His eyes narrowed dramatically, and he just scowled at the rather satisfied-looking blonde.
"Perhaps, Cassandra, I should file for harassment with your boss?"
Cassie's brows flew up. Nye was a bluffer, but many of her co-workers knew the story. If it wasn't for Nye and his being good friends with the old owner, she probably would never have had the job, let alone for the fact that the new boss never liked her attitude. He'd be glad to have her out of his establishment.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:54 pm
"I never said fop meant womaniser, I was teasing that you - " Again, Ivie's sentence was left unfinished as their drinks clipped down on the table-cloth, the raspberry in Nye's glass sloshing past the rim and trickling down the side of the glass to stain the table-cloth. Ivie watched, taking a tentative sip of her tea, as the possibly heated conversation sparked off.
The tea was too hot. At the word 'problems' Ivie had sipped a little too much and burnt her tongue, making her nose wrinkle a little. Ouch. Still, this minor inconvinience flew from her mind as soon as Cassandra mentioned 'abuse'. Nye? Oh, wait, it was her face that was being talked about. Quite literally, jokes aside.
"Nye, leave it."
Ivie said quietly, green eyes looking at Cassandra apathetically. "Miss...Cassie, was it? I do appreciate your concern for my well being but I assure you that Nye's hand - " With this Ivie tugged down her scarf a little to show just the fingers of her bruise, still vividly purple against her pale throat. It was obvious Nye's hand was around half the size, " - does not fit the print. Now if you don't mind, I do believe the chef is waving to you."
The scarf was tugged back up and the teacup found its way into Ivie's slightly shaking hands. If that hadn't been a dismissal, nothing was.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 4:02 pm
Cassie and Nye's expressions matched each other for a few brief moments- the dramatically raised eyebrows, wide eyes, slightly open mouth. Soon, they split into two totally separate things. Cassie's face molded itself into a bit of defeated rage as she turned and romped away back to the kitchen. Nye's face, though, was a sort of shocked smugness, if the two could even mix.
Well hey, Ivie could talk back if she wanted. Kudos to her. Major kudos. "You didn't have to do that," Nye said as he reached for a napkin to wipe his glass down. "She's always been a bit... rash."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 4:08 pm
Ivie had kept her eyes studiously away from Cassie until the woman walked off, not trusting her to keep up the strength she'd shown in her little outburst. To Cassie, it would look as if Ivie were simply ignoring her now as a further way of brushing her off, but it was really self-defence. After all, that piece of lemon floating in her tea could jump out at any moment.
"After all the stuff you've been through for me, it was nothing." Ivie's mind had been tallying up everything she owed Nye, from money to favours, into one huge ball and had figured out that she owed him for life. "I didn't like her saying you were abusive...'cause you're not and that sort of thing spreads and after this I couldn't bear to think that you were portrayed as that and - " She sounded stupid again, she just knew it. Time for another sip of tea.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 4:15 pm
If Nye wouldn't look like an idiot, he'd probably applaud. The little napkin he used to clean up the mess was balled up and put aside as Nye leaned back in the booth and crossed his legs. The glass was brought steadily to his lips, and only after taking a sip of his lemonade did he speak.
"You... don't feel like you owe me, do you?" Screw any other thought. He just hated people feeling like they owed him something, unless he didn't like them. He didnt' want to feel bad for Ivie thinking that she owed him some sort of favor for the stuff he did for her because he wanted to. That'd just be bad.
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