[It's nothing personal ... okay that's a lie, it is personal.]
My mom had a bit of a rep? And in a small town that doesn't always go away easy.
[People who will see her as Alice, rather than Wynonna Earp's daughter.]
For the record, this is absolutely not me slut shaming my mom's wild youth, but more me actual shaming the way people still talk about her in year of our lord 2031. To her daughter. When trying to convince her daughter to do those things with them.
[Right now she's just settling for making friends who think of Wynonna as Alice's mother versus thinking of Alice as Wynonna's daughter. Romantic relationships? She's got time to figure that out.
Though someone to make out with sometimes wouldn't suck.]
But I'm making friends and being myself and hopefully everything else will sort itself out.
It will, won't it? How can't it? You're living your life. Not your mom's life and not in Purgatory. What do we say? Should we fire up the Mystery Machine?
Well, jinkies. I think we've got a mystery to solve.
[And with that, they make their way down to the frat house. After navigating their way through the haunted house portion (weak sauce for people who have dealt with actual monsters, but still fun), they're released into the frat house itself, and Alice pushes up on her toes before pointing towards the makeshift bar.]
( After one jump scare, the rest is expected and uninspired. It definitely drives someone to drink. In this case, two girls becoming fast friends. Light, flat beers in hand, they survey the scene. )
I refuse to believe I'm this young.
( Yes, she made mistakes as a teenager, several, but she didn't look like these frat boys and thirsty sorority sisters do, did she? )
So, I had this on and off not really a thing with a friend for a while, but he made it all about how he head to earn me and that he was enough, and it's like, fight for me, not what you think you deserve? Not that these bottom-dwellers don't think they walk on water. But, reach a happy medium. Like, Danny just -- liked me. But, he did not pine for me for years before finally making a half-assed attempt at a declaration of love. Not that we -- we're not there yet.
( She winces. )
Ignore my monologuing. Sometimes I just like to hear myself talk. And, if I'm honest, I haven't... been thinking about Danny like I should. Just wallowing in him being across an ocean leading his coven like he should be doing. Oh my god, just pour that beer over my head and shut me up, I swear.
( Alice might realize, too, the more beer she sips, the more loose-lipped she becomes. And since these effects tend to amplify in a vampire, Lizzie is just spewing at this point. )
I mean, I'm ignoring my cliché Freshman despair, burying my head in the sand, focusing on my studies, not talking. Until now.
( She takes a long pause as her eyes narrow and find the rim of her cup, and then Alice's. She grabs Alice's and sniffes her cup before sniffing her own. )
But maybe you should be talking about it. Your feelings are your feelings. Burying them isn't going to help anyone, especially not yourself. You're allowed to be sad that your boyfriend is across an ocean.
Ew, that is so cliché. Sad? I should feel empowered. I trust him. He trusts me. We're going to go the distance. Literally, when one of us crosses the pond back.
( Or, so she confidently says, with just an undercurrent of ennui. )
[Alice looks up at her, tipping her head to the side.]
Empowered, sure. But having a full on ocean between you and your boyfriend is still a sad thing. You're allowed to feel that. It doesn't make you weak. And it doesn't mean you won't go the distance.
[Because their feelings are their feelings, and if she's learned anything from her mother and her aunt, people do better when they're not trying to suppress them.]
Only that my life now revolves around my long-distance boyfriend. You're right. I can do sad. I do sadness. I have never been one to shy away from my feelings. But, maybe, tonight, we just table them. We party.
( Is that enough? Does that work for her? She loves that she has a friend and she's been counseled. But they're missing a Halloween party.
I think, it's Halloween, right? I promise I'm catching up. )
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( This isn't cosplay, it's a campus party.
She admires herself and Alex in the mirror attached to her closet door. )
Danny would've made a hot Fred. ( Quickly, she changes the subject. ) What about you, do you have a Danny? Or a Daniella? Back in Purgatory?
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[It's nothing personal ... okay that's a lie, it is personal.]
My mom had a bit of a rep? And in a small town that doesn't always go away easy.
[People who will see her as Alice, rather than Wynonna Earp's daughter.]
For the record, this is absolutely not me slut shaming my mom's wild youth, but more me actual shaming the way people still talk about her in year of our lord 2031. To her daughter. When trying to convince her daughter to do those things with them.
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( It sounds like ass. )
Isn't college about making a whole new reputation? ...So, what do you want your reputation to be?
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[Right now she's just settling for making friends who think of Wynonna as Alice's mother versus thinking of Alice as Wynonna's daughter. Romantic relationships? She's got time to figure that out.
Though someone to make out with sometimes wouldn't suck.]
But I'm making friends and being myself and hopefully everything else will sort itself out.
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( Get in the spirit! )
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[And with that, they make their way down to the frat house. After navigating their way through the haunted house portion (weak sauce for people who have dealt with actual monsters, but still fun), they're released into the frat house itself, and Alice pushes up on her toes before pointing towards the makeshift bar.]
Drink?
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I refuse to believe I'm this young.
( Yes, she made mistakes as a teenager, several, but she didn't look like these frat boys and thirsty sorority sisters do, did she? )
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It feels like people who grow up in the kind of world we live in grow up a lot faster.
[Which isn't intended to be a criticism of her, or Alice. But just a fact that they've had to worry about some things other people haven't.]
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( And more selfsacrificing. )
So, I had this on and off not really a thing with a friend for a while, but he made it all about how he head to earn me and that he was enough, and it's like, fight for me, not what you think you deserve? Not that these bottom-dwellers don't think they walk on water. But, reach a happy medium. Like, Danny just -- liked me. But, he did not pine for me for years before finally making a half-assed attempt at a declaration of love. Not that we -- we're not there yet.
( She winces. )
Ignore my monologuing. Sometimes I just like to hear myself talk. And, if I'm honest, I haven't... been thinking about Danny like I should. Just wallowing in him being across an ocean leading his coven like he should be doing. Oh my god, just pour that beer over my head and shut me up, I swear.
( Alice might realize, too, the more beer she sips, the more loose-lipped she becomes. And since these effects tend to amplify in a vampire, Lizzie is just spewing at this point. )
You're totally my sister's type.
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[Alice is all for getting Lizzie out of her sad girl phase, and if the distraction isn't working, maybe actually articulating those feelings will.]
What do you mean when you say you're not thinking about Danny like you should?
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( She takes a long pause as her eyes narrow and find the rim of her cup, and then Alice's. She grabs Alice's and sniffes her cup before sniffing her own. )
What's in the beer?
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[Meaning the beer is in the beer.]
But maybe you should be talking about it. Your feelings are your feelings. Burying them isn't going to help anyone, especially not yourself. You're allowed to be sad that your boyfriend is across an ocean.
I MISSED THIS
( Or, so she confidently says, with just an undercurrent of ennui. )
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Empowered, sure. But having a full on ocean between you and your boyfriend is still a sad thing. You're allowed to feel that. It doesn't make you weak. And it doesn't mean you won't go the distance.
[Because their feelings are their feelings, and if she's learned anything from her mother and her aunt, people do better when they're not trying to suppress them.]
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( Is that enough? Does that work for her? She loves that she has a friend and she's been counseled. But they're missing a Halloween party.
I think, it's Halloween, right? I promise I'm catching up. )
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Alright, bet.
[She scans the room and catches an ascot out of the corner of her eye, and points to what seems like spare Shaggy and Fred.]
Want to go see if they're interested in completing their Scooby Gang?
[Hopefully the dudes won't be gross and they'll be able to make some friends.]