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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 12:51:43 GMT -8
As soon as WR left, Gidget plopped down on the floor. She missed them already, but she was, in a way, glad for the distance. It allowed her to think. She held her good hand against her side, wincing at the pain of it, and tried to catch her breath. Her bad hand ached violently: holding the portable game system must have strained something.
She pulled up Drake's number with her chip, and texted him, asking him if he would come up to see her. It had been a couple of days since she saw him - the last time being the first date that Drake had interfered with - but she needed his help. And she needed to get that goofy fucking grin off her face.
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Post by Drake on Dec 31, 2020 12:58:40 GMT -8
Drake would be knocking at her door.
"Yo, put some pants on I'm coming in."
He would say as he walked in. Noticing she was laying on the floor he would stand over her and look down tilting his head.
"So, what're you up to?"
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 13:01:05 GMT -8
Gidget sat up, her movements far from her usual familiar grace. She didn't have the grace of a dancer, or a fighter, or anything of the sort, but Gidget had the grace of somebody extremely familiar with her own body. After all, she had spent nineteen years with little else to familiarize herself with.
That grace was absent as Gidget sat upright and leaned against the wall, looking up at Drake. Trying to wipe the goofy grin off only half worked.
"I need... um. Advice."
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Post by Drake on Dec 31, 2020 13:04:16 GMT -8
"Egh, gross."
He said recognizing that stupid look. One that the occasional client came in wearing. It never ended well. Ever.
"My advice is to enjoy it while it last but always keep on foot out the door."
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 13:05:45 GMT -8
Gidget glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest as carefully as she could. One fist was bruised, swollen, and discolored, but the other appeared totally normal.
"You're not helpful. That's... only partially what I was going to ask."
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Post by Drake on Dec 31, 2020 13:20:22 GMT -8
Drake noticed her fist, and raised a brow, but for now he would remain silent.
"Alirght, then what's your question?"
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 13:22:27 GMT -8
Her face flushed. She knew he was going to give her hell, and she didn't know if she was ready to take it. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she looked anywhere but at him.
"I... have never... you know. Done anything. Like, anything anything. And my parents... never talked to me about... any of it..."
She got quieter and quieter as she spoke.
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Post by Drake on Dec 31, 2020 13:29:25 GMT -8
"You've never fucked before. Duh, sorry princess but I'm pretty sure the sluttiest sluts and the purest virgins, both can see that clearly."
He sat down rubbed his eyes and sighed.
"What do you want to know?"
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 13:31:05 GMT -8
Her glare intensified, but he wasn't wrong. She was the tiny, technically-female version of a neckbeard.
"Dammit, Drake. I haven't even kissed somebody. Like, I've done nada. Nothing. Zilch. With anyone. I don't think I've ever even, like, actually HELD HANDS with someone. I don't know shit. About shit."
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Post by Drake on Dec 31, 2020 13:39:56 GMT -8
He could see that he wasn't helping her already.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure what I can do to help?"
He would admit.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 13:44:48 GMT -8
"I just... how do you... you know? Do the..."
She made weird motions with her hands, and winced at the stress it put on her wounds. She made a little growling noise that was FAR from intimidating, before huffing.
"How do you show active interest in someone? How do you, like... initiate that shit?"
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Post by Drake on Dec 31, 2020 13:55:09 GMT -8
"It will happen naturally over time. I... don't know a lot about... relationships. I've never had one. Only clients."
He would look her in the eye.
"I was raised to be a whore. I know sex and seduction... but romance. I only know stories."
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 14:02:46 GMT -8
Gidget sighed. There went her only hope of understanding what the fuck was happening to her. She stared at her hand, as if assessing the damage.
"I don't know how to do this, Drake. I barely know how to socialize. This is... weird..."
And with Scott gone, she had no one to talk to about it. She clenched her fist tightly, her face scrunching up in agony as she did so. She was only able to hold the fist for a little while like that before she had to release it.
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Post by Drake on Dec 31, 2020 14:06:44 GMT -8
He thought about it for a minute.
"I... had feelings... I think... for someone before. She... was very special to me."
He would say speaking very quietly.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 31, 2020 14:11:11 GMT -8
"What... was it like?"
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