Jennie and Lil - Monday Evening

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Jennie takes Lil out drinking in order to blow off some steam.



The bar was one of Jennie's favorites. Aptly named Stinkers, it had a bright neon skunk as a sign, there were several mounted skunk tails above the bar itself. The walls were covered in flattened aluminum beer cans, and best of all, it wasn't very crowded, considering it was a Monday night and all.

"So my darlin'," (Jennie called everyone darlin') "What'll you have? Drinks are on me tonight," Jennie said, sliding up to the bar and signaling Frances, her favorite bartender. Frances was known for two things, the best dirty martini outside of the City and her DDD size chest.

Lil settled into her spot next to Jennie and perused the offerings of the most hole-in-the-wall bar she'd been to in year. "Whiskey. Straight up," she answered, folding her arms and blowing a tuff of hair from her face. "Make it double. And you don't gotta pay for them, really."

Jennie waved a hand. "What's the point of being the illegitimate child of a shipping magnate if I can't occasionally milk it for everything that it's worth?" she ordered a pint of the house beer for herself. "So, what a week, huh?" the shorter girl added with an impish smile as she took a drink of her pint.

"Wouldn't know anything about that," Lil said with a shrug. "My father's ex-army who worked transpo and now drives trucks for mining companies. That's the closest I get to a 'shipping magnate,'" she added with a laugh. "And fuck, what a week. I don't think I wanna ever do a repeat of it." Insomnia. Lex. Babies. Far too much to have to process without alcohol.

"Yeah, until the age of seventeen I had no idea either. I grew up in a trailer park in Las Vegas, and suddenly, oh hey, surprise! your Mom got knocked up by a millionaire!" Jennie shook her head. "I'm the relative they bring out as a warning to the other children. Exercise birth control kiddies, or one of these'll show up." she took another drink, "So, what we can conclude from this week, is, the universe blows. Cheers," Jennie toasted Lil.

The blonde woman clinked her tumbler against Jennie's class then through half the contents back in one swallow. "Fucking blows. You try to do the right thing and it blows up in your face. Multiple times." Her eyes traveled to the whiskey and she heaved a sigh as she leaned more heavily against the bar. "Sometimes, I actually like the mansion, you know, and the people there but other times? I wanna put their fucking heads in the refrigerator and slam the door a coupla times."

"Yeah, don't say we didn't warn you. I've been here four years now," holy shit "and there are some days I question my sanity on deciding to stay. Of course, it does not help having every new straight male that shows up on your doorstep flinging themselves at you," she raised an eyebrow at Lil.

"I'm kinda hoping I don't spend another four months here. I wanna go home and fucking get started with Alpha." Lil knew missions were being run. It was only a matter of time and hopefully a short one at that. "Leave some of those new straight males for the other women. I'm fucking done with this shit. Is it wrong for me to want a guy who's gonna make me feel good for a little while and not give a fuck when I go home? I thought this city was supposed to be fulla creeps like that."

"Oh, they're there," Jennie said sourly, thinking of her own shitastic love life. Occasionally she toyed with the idea of telling her ex about the pregnancy just to freak him out. "You're just lucky, I guess." She surreptitiously drained half the pint before continuing. "Have to say, I'll be sorry when you do go. You know? Always good to have someone like you as a teammate."

Lil snorted. "Yeah, I don't consider not getting laid since October lucky by any stretch of the imagination, Sweetie," she chuckled dryly then threw back the rest of her drink and put the cup on the counter, signaling for a refill. "I may miss you, too," she said with a sidelong smirk and little wink. "Been fun drinking with you and all. Probably miss a coupla the team but don't go spreading that around, eh?"

"Oh, I may be the queen of gossip but I'm also good at secrets. You don't have to worry about me." Jennie regarded Lil with a sidelong glance. "You don't seem like the type for casual encounters anyway, you probably just saved yourself a whole lot of trouble."

"Maddy and I were fucking crazy for each other when we were dating," the taller woman murmured before picking up her glass again and staring into the liquid. "Always doing shit together when and where we shouldn'ta been. Reckless, careless kids in love... and I was always the center of his attention. Til the fucking robot." Lil shook her head, her smile becoming more wistful. "Guess I just miss the attention and all the crazy antics that went along with it and I ain't getting them from him so..." Her voice trailed off and she gave another shrug of one shoulder. "Just a bunch of fucking shit that gets stirred when all the new, straight males show up."

"I love how we have to amend the 'straight' part to it. Nori thinks there's something in the water." Jennie finished the rest of her pint and thanks to Frances, had a new one waiting for her by the time she set the glass down. She winked at the buxom bartender and took a sip out of her new pint. "I had something like that too, once," Jennie confessed. "Not with any of the fucking mind you. We were strictly platonic. But we did everything together, you know? We were pretty much inseparable. But then we started college and we just... grew apart, I guess. I mean, it still hurts, knowing that he's around and he's got better things to do, people he'd rather see. It's not like he died or left or anything. He's still there, just, not around me anymore. Hell, maybe you had the right idea to take off to another country." Jennie shrugged. "I mean, I guess it's part of growing up, but it doesn't make it any easier."

Another sip, another scowl. "Inseparable... and then separated and it fucking sucks." Lil clicked her tongue in disgust. "Dunno who your guy is but Madison and I have spent the last six years glued at the lips, practically until the damn robot started eating his brain more. Definitely not easy. What do men have to fucking suck so much? I mean, I tried with Maddy. I really tried and got burnt and now all this baggage I collected at the mansion. Fuck, I might have to pack up and try Mexico next and keep working my way south."

"Is he worth all this pain he's causing you?" Jennie said, running a finger along the rim of the glass. "I mean, everyone says communication is key, but that doesn't always work if the other party doesn't think they're doing anything wrong."

The giantess took a deep breath as she pondered the answer to Jennie's question. Was he? Worth the pain; worth the seven years they'd been together? "Yeah, he is. I've been in love with him since I was sixteen and I know that can fade and disappear completely with people but I don't think it has between us. It's just... misplaced. Clouded by wires and parts and big egos."

"Wish I had your conviction," Jennie said, leaning back against the bar. "Of course, he married you. That means something, to some people, at least. Me? I was just a friend. Friends are easier to let go of, I guess." If she had been so easy to let go of, then she probably didn't matter as much in the first place. Not like he mattered to her. But with him gone, Jennie felt a loneliness not unlike the one she felt the first week she'd spent at the mansion. Torn from her old life, knowing that there were things that made her happy, and completely unable to get them back, no matter how much she wanted to. She turned and looked Lil in the eye. "Personally, I think he needs a nice hard punch in the dick for the pain he's put you through. You're worth being treated like a Queen, yeah? But don't take my advice, as my peers have so eloquently pointed out, that makes you a 'heinous bitch,'" Jennie used her fingers as quotes.

"Conviction. Insanity. Stubbornness. What's the difference?" she laughed dryly, finishing off the drink then waited for it to be filled once more. "Worth being treated like a Queen, am his 'Diamond Girl' actually." Lil didn't want to mention the fact - or really remember - her anger had turned physical in their last confrontation. "I'm just hoping any and all pain's gonna be sorted out when I get home. No more of this sitting around shit. We're gonna decide what we're doing and that's what's gonna be that. No more limbo. No more fucking questions. No more being sidelined."

"I wish you the best," Jennie toasted Lil again. "I tried that, with my guy. I had to, there was some insanity where a bunch of us were stuck telling the truth. He just didn't get it, you know? I was totally honest and he really didn't get it. I was so embarrassed I never bothered again." Plus it hurt, to be brushed off like that. She had her pride. "I hope it works out for you two. I'm a romantic, you know? Once you get past the cold dead heart and all."

Lil smiled, soft but genuine at the other woman. "Appreciate it. Most people just tell me to leave his ass for good but they don't understand." A large gulp and the giantess groaned. "Fuck, I hate this shit. Bishop, Peter, Lex... Madison's the only man I've ever been in a serious relationship with. How the fuck am I supposed to know what to do?"

"You never do," Jennie said simply. "I just sort of make it up as I go along, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. Which makes not knowing when the fuck I'm supposed to go back home even worse. I don't like feeling trapped; makes me want to fight and do other stupid shit. Like say 'fuck it' and screw the brains outta whoever I want, when I want."

Jennie took another drink. "Can't do that though, it'll just hurt worse. Trust me," she turned towards Lil. "Howsabout a toast to you and me, then?" Jennie held up her glass. "Here's to the boys that we love, and the boys that love us, but the boys that we love aren't the boys that love us, so fuck the boys and hooray for us."

"Sweetie, I don't think I coulda said it better myself."