Warren, Felicia, rehab
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xp_logsFelicia goes to visit Warren in rehab. Back dated to early March.
It'd been a few weeks already, and Warren was bored out of his mind. Obviously, he'd decided to go to a facility that catered to the rich, famous and fabulous but that meant he felt he was in a country club with counsellors.
Ugh.
It wasn't terrible, it really wasn't. He just felt like maybe he needed to be punished, treated like crap for all the choices he'd made in the past. Part of his own healing though was accepting that shame and turning it into knowledge. Subverting it into something more. Something good.
Still. He was bored. No internet access, phone calls only a few times a week, and a surprisingly crappy library. While he enjoyed the odd novel Warren had never been the most avid reader. That was changing now. Begging Jolene to send him books (and essentially visit for a while), he was eagerly waiting his first visitor's day. He'd told Bobbi not to come for the first month, and he knew his parents wouldn't show up, therefore he definitely wasn't expecting anyone else.
Visitor’s day arrived surprisingly sunny given the usual spring greys, and the greenhouse style lounge glowed. Warren had been surprisingly difficult to pinpoint, but that probably had more to do with his current attire and that everyone in here was at least a 7 than anything else. Maybe the fact that she hadn’t seen him in months but she wasn’t here to dwell.
(Okay, she was here to dwell a bit.)
“Delivery,” Felicia said, dropping a stack of novels on the table Warren sat at, crossing over to come just into view. She didn’t sit, poised for dismissal. “Jolene sends her frankly terrifying regards.”
Well fuck. This was not what he was expecting. In fact, he was fairly certain he'd told Jolene NOT to give the address of the facility out. That little bitch.
He'd have to give her a raise.
"Terrifying sounds tame for her. She must be getting laid now that she's a married woman. Or maybe not, considering the rock on her fingers says she doesn't have to do anything now," he quipped back, debating on what exactly he did now. It wasn't like there was a protocol on what to do when one's best friend/platonic life mate/whatever comes to visit you in rehab after you fucked a sex demon who looked just like her. Was there? He'd have to ask that Jewel librarian.
"Do we hug? Is this where we hug? Or do we just nod appropriately in each other's direction and move on?"
"That's up to you," Felicia replied, her wooden delivery softened by the idle fidgeting with her manicure. "I'm fine with it, even if I may not be thrilled with you at the moment, but that's not quite the same as trauma with my face on it. I'll be terribly insulted and secretly hurt of course."
Warren gave out a huff of breath and stood up before enveloping Felicia in a tight embrace. "Your face has never been traumatic, nor will it ever be." He continued to hug her in silence before stepping away, his eyes glistening with something like tears, if he cried. Which he didn't, so obviously it wasn't. "Besides, be flattered -- if it had Sue's face, I would have run off screaming. Demons want what demons want and how could I deny the fact that I am amazing specimen for possession? Money, body, looks, charm ... I'm the whole package. Oh and that whole addictions thing. That adds to it, right?"
Felicia blinked rapidly, looking out at the brightly lit window. "Oh my god, shut up, this foundation is Dior," she said with a sniff, clearing her throat. "You know I'm a you specifically sympathetic crier."
"I'm glad you're... us okay I just. Don't know how to react, honestly. You're mine and that's probably never going to change, nor do I need you to change, but if you want to it's your life and-" she rambled, finally giving up and settling into the chair opposite him, gently coaxing her eyelashes back into place with the back of her pointer finger. "I have no idea how to articulate any of this, wow."
Warren followed suite, and sat in his chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his arms crossed loosely in his lap. "I don't think there's a manual we should be following here, but at least I'm doing the right things now. I hope. I think. Bobbi tells me I am. My parents seem indifferent. I think my father sees this all as a sign of weakness, not that I care in the slightest. It looks good at the end. Society has become much more sympathetic to life's little bumps." He cleared his throat.
"How's you? Are you okay?"
"Your father is a level of terrible that has surpassed the phrase fucking asshole," Felicia replied automatically, an old hatred, no longer worth thought beyond she hoped he died soon. With a final flutter of her drying lashes, she looked back at Warren. "Still fabulous. I mean, I miss y- I've missed you, and the idea of something having my face sometimes makes me want to figuratively set things on fire but- oh and there was this thing where Skynet put a bunch of us in a zombie world that I super did not enjoy and I may be developing feelings for my fuck buddy."
Felicia smiled with her teeth. "But probably not, it's me. At the end of the day, I'm still hot and rich, can't be that bad."
"At least we both have that going for us," Warren agreed with a chuckle. "I mean, the hot and rich thing. I already admitted I love my fuck buddy, so we'll see when you get to that point with yours." Warren barely knew North, remembered meeting him on his first day at the Mansion, never to see him again. Tall, dark, silent type which seemed to match well with Felicia's own inner self. "I think I'm going to marry Bobbi. I mentioned it to Miles a few months back but .... I've had a lot of time to think. She hasn't run screaming yet, she actually sends me junk food in the mail, like I wouldn't get any here."
Actually he wouldn't. There were chefs to pamper them. The gummi worms were well appreciated.
"So. There's that. Growing up is shit."
Felicia gave a slight twitch, the sharp jut of her chin to the side and back to centre as her eyes narrowed, terribly puzzled. "I'm sorry, what, I think I'm having an aneurysm repeat the part of your ramble that's confusing other than the fact that you think I'll be in love with David just I'm not mad I'm just really confused because... what?"
"What part is confusing?" He smirked, knowing that he'd thrown Felicia off just slightly. It was amusing, to say the least. "The growing up part? The candy? Or is it that nasty L word? Because I agree, it's a terrible one. I've said it once, and I think that's enough honestly." He quirked his lips. "Bobbi understands. She knows how I feel...and that's all that matters. She didn't leave me when she very well could have. I've done ..terrible things. And she's been the one bearing the brunt for too long. So." He lifted his hands in the air. "Again. There's that."
"I..." Felicia started, letting it trail off as her brain churned to catch up, and finally stalled. "Okay then. Well. I'd better be your best man, I love Miles but I will fight him and only one of the two of us has no morals to worry about when it comes to winning."
Warren had to laugh at that. "I guess I have to have a Best Man and a Best Woman. It only makes sense." And he loved that she knew Miles would be standing up there with him. "Now. Hand me that candy, and let me give you a tour of my prison. Today is spa day. We get to talk about our feelings while being wrapped in seaweed."
It'd been a few weeks already, and Warren was bored out of his mind. Obviously, he'd decided to go to a facility that catered to the rich, famous and fabulous but that meant he felt he was in a country club with counsellors.
Ugh.
It wasn't terrible, it really wasn't. He just felt like maybe he needed to be punished, treated like crap for all the choices he'd made in the past. Part of his own healing though was accepting that shame and turning it into knowledge. Subverting it into something more. Something good.
Still. He was bored. No internet access, phone calls only a few times a week, and a surprisingly crappy library. While he enjoyed the odd novel Warren had never been the most avid reader. That was changing now. Begging Jolene to send him books (and essentially visit for a while), he was eagerly waiting his first visitor's day. He'd told Bobbi not to come for the first month, and he knew his parents wouldn't show up, therefore he definitely wasn't expecting anyone else.
Visitor’s day arrived surprisingly sunny given the usual spring greys, and the greenhouse style lounge glowed. Warren had been surprisingly difficult to pinpoint, but that probably had more to do with his current attire and that everyone in here was at least a 7 than anything else. Maybe the fact that she hadn’t seen him in months but she wasn’t here to dwell.
(Okay, she was here to dwell a bit.)
“Delivery,” Felicia said, dropping a stack of novels on the table Warren sat at, crossing over to come just into view. She didn’t sit, poised for dismissal. “Jolene sends her frankly terrifying regards.”
Well fuck. This was not what he was expecting. In fact, he was fairly certain he'd told Jolene NOT to give the address of the facility out. That little bitch.
He'd have to give her a raise.
"Terrifying sounds tame for her. She must be getting laid now that she's a married woman. Or maybe not, considering the rock on her fingers says she doesn't have to do anything now," he quipped back, debating on what exactly he did now. It wasn't like there was a protocol on what to do when one's best friend/platonic life mate/whatever comes to visit you in rehab after you fucked a sex demon who looked just like her. Was there? He'd have to ask that Jewel librarian.
"Do we hug? Is this where we hug? Or do we just nod appropriately in each other's direction and move on?"
"That's up to you," Felicia replied, her wooden delivery softened by the idle fidgeting with her manicure. "I'm fine with it, even if I may not be thrilled with you at the moment, but that's not quite the same as trauma with my face on it. I'll be terribly insulted and secretly hurt of course."
Warren gave out a huff of breath and stood up before enveloping Felicia in a tight embrace. "Your face has never been traumatic, nor will it ever be." He continued to hug her in silence before stepping away, his eyes glistening with something like tears, if he cried. Which he didn't, so obviously it wasn't. "Besides, be flattered -- if it had Sue's face, I would have run off screaming. Demons want what demons want and how could I deny the fact that I am amazing specimen for possession? Money, body, looks, charm ... I'm the whole package. Oh and that whole addictions thing. That adds to it, right?"
Felicia blinked rapidly, looking out at the brightly lit window. "Oh my god, shut up, this foundation is Dior," she said with a sniff, clearing her throat. "You know I'm a you specifically sympathetic crier."
"I'm glad you're... us okay I just. Don't know how to react, honestly. You're mine and that's probably never going to change, nor do I need you to change, but if you want to it's your life and-" she rambled, finally giving up and settling into the chair opposite him, gently coaxing her eyelashes back into place with the back of her pointer finger. "I have no idea how to articulate any of this, wow."
Warren followed suite, and sat in his chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his arms crossed loosely in his lap. "I don't think there's a manual we should be following here, but at least I'm doing the right things now. I hope. I think. Bobbi tells me I am. My parents seem indifferent. I think my father sees this all as a sign of weakness, not that I care in the slightest. It looks good at the end. Society has become much more sympathetic to life's little bumps." He cleared his throat.
"How's you? Are you okay?"
"Your father is a level of terrible that has surpassed the phrase fucking asshole," Felicia replied automatically, an old hatred, no longer worth thought beyond she hoped he died soon. With a final flutter of her drying lashes, she looked back at Warren. "Still fabulous. I mean, I miss y- I've missed you, and the idea of something having my face sometimes makes me want to figuratively set things on fire but- oh and there was this thing where Skynet put a bunch of us in a zombie world that I super did not enjoy and I may be developing feelings for my fuck buddy."
Felicia smiled with her teeth. "But probably not, it's me. At the end of the day, I'm still hot and rich, can't be that bad."
"At least we both have that going for us," Warren agreed with a chuckle. "I mean, the hot and rich thing. I already admitted I love my fuck buddy, so we'll see when you get to that point with yours." Warren barely knew North, remembered meeting him on his first day at the Mansion, never to see him again. Tall, dark, silent type which seemed to match well with Felicia's own inner self. "I think I'm going to marry Bobbi. I mentioned it to Miles a few months back but .... I've had a lot of time to think. She hasn't run screaming yet, she actually sends me junk food in the mail, like I wouldn't get any here."
Actually he wouldn't. There were chefs to pamper them. The gummi worms were well appreciated.
"So. There's that. Growing up is shit."
Felicia gave a slight twitch, the sharp jut of her chin to the side and back to centre as her eyes narrowed, terribly puzzled. "I'm sorry, what, I think I'm having an aneurysm repeat the part of your ramble that's confusing other than the fact that you think I'll be in love with David just I'm not mad I'm just really confused because... what?"
"What part is confusing?" He smirked, knowing that he'd thrown Felicia off just slightly. It was amusing, to say the least. "The growing up part? The candy? Or is it that nasty L word? Because I agree, it's a terrible one. I've said it once, and I think that's enough honestly." He quirked his lips. "Bobbi understands. She knows how I feel...and that's all that matters. She didn't leave me when she very well could have. I've done ..terrible things. And she's been the one bearing the brunt for too long. So." He lifted his hands in the air. "Again. There's that."
"I..." Felicia started, letting it trail off as her brain churned to catch up, and finally stalled. "Okay then. Well. I'd better be your best man, I love Miles but I will fight him and only one of the two of us has no morals to worry about when it comes to winning."
Warren had to laugh at that. "I guess I have to have a Best Man and a Best Woman. It only makes sense." And he loved that she knew Miles would be standing up there with him. "Now. Hand me that candy, and let me give you a tour of my prison. Today is spa day. We get to talk about our feelings while being wrapped in seaweed."
