A Good, Hard Talking To

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s still tired and sore. Her body clock is off beyond being repaired by anything short of a full 24 hours of sleep, and her skin is sallow and ashy. Sarita is buzzed up, and the door of the condo is left slightly ajar in anticipation of her arrival as Amy mixes up a pitcher of mojitos.

This is a benefit of living on the Mile.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The Strider is looking…all right. She’s far from great, but she’s not a wreck like she has been. Honestly though, even looking like a wreck tends to be handled well by Sarita. She’s good at hiding that shit behind a grin and a smile. But she just looks…at ease right now. For the moment.

She knocks on the door before she slips inside. “Avon calling!”

[Amunet Knezevic] She calls out from the kitchen “Better not have any of that cheap assed Skin so Soft. Shit gives me a rash.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, is THAT why you got the rash.” She grins and makes her way toward the kitchen. “S’up, chica? You…”

It trails off when she sees Amy, a frown forming. “Jesus Christ. You okay?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’m great. I made mojitos. Have you had these things?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Once upon a time.” She looks her sister over. “You look like shit, Ames. Seriously.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Thanks Sar. Fucking good to see you too.” She pours two glasses, pushing one across the granite to her. “I just haven’t been sleeping much. No big deal.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m sorry.” She takes the drink and cocks her head to the side. “Why not? What’s going on?”

[Amunet Knezevic] Her tone is kept carefully casual, eyes on the counter. “Oh, you know. Newlyweds.” She moves stiffly, motioning her sister along as she moves slowly toward the couch.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] That doesn’t exactly ease her smile. “You mean that in a good way, I hope.”

Hey, it’s a fair question to ask. Amy’s relationships haven’t exactly been healthy so far.

[Amunet Knezevic] “He’s good to me, Sar. I told you that.” She settles in on the couch carefully.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You also say that Leon’s not a terrible person.” She frowns and moves to sit down.

[Amunet Knezevic] “Did I tell you I saw him a couple weeks ago?” Deflect, Ames. Deflect.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “A couple weeks ago.” She frowns. She’s doing a lot of that in a short amount of time. “How did that happen?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He was at Stefan’s hotel for some reason. We got caught in the elevator. My own personal hell.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He’s a little fucker. You know he called me and bitched my ass out about Mickey getting hurt?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He what?” She pauses, glass halfway to her lips for a drink.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah. He threatened to talk to Lukas about it. Long story short, the call ended with ‘Go ahead, I’ll tell my side and we’ll see who walks away with their legs intact.’ Then I called him a douche and hung up on him.”

She shrugs. “He’s totally out to get me at this point.”

[mantis] [lurk a durk a durk?]
to Amunet Knezevic, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Lurk away!]]
to Amunet Knezevic, mantis

[Amunet Knezevic] She sighs, looking disgusted. “I fucking TOLD her to stay put. And I didn’t take us all there thinking that we were going to run into wyrm creatures on vacation.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t blame Mickey. She took a risk, and yeah, she got hurt but she got some pretty serious good done as well. Ain’t nothin’ you’ve never done before. I’m just pissed that Compensating-For-A-Small-Dick decided to use it as an excuse for revenge.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He does have a pretty small dick.” She nods, half smiling. “He was an ass when I talked to him, too. Totally doesn’t see why John’s frenzy could have anything to do with him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s because he refuses to accept that it’s his fault. Fuckstain.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Those two fucking deserve each other. Don’t care who the fuck they hurt, and nothing is ever their fault.” It makes sense in her head, but to the outside observer the jump in logic may fall short.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Wait, which two? Leon and…Mickey?” Yeah, falling short here.

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fucking Leon and fucking Matthews.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh.” She blinks. “Okay, what did Hunter do this time?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “What Hunter does is pretty much none of my concern anymore. Though if he wanted to die in a fire, I’d bring the fucking marshmallows.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, then.” She takes a drink of her mojito. Her expression directed to Amy is one of definite concern. “What happened between you guys?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He fucked me, he dumped me, he was a flaming cock to me, I got fucking sick of it. Cliff notes version.” She takes a long drink of her own mojito shrugging a shoulder. “His fucking whore told him all kinds of shit, and he came her to rip into me about it. It finally occurred to me that he doesn’t give a fuck about me. He never did.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She blinks. The look on her face is the pure and distilled form of that internet acronym, ‘WTF?’ Sarita doesn’t even know the term that well, but that’s what’s showing on her face.

“You were fucking Hunter? When?”

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s quiet a minute. “Couple days after I found out about John. I was drunk.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Jesus.” She looks like she just…doesn’t know what to say to that. So she busies herself with her drink, downing a fair amount.

“Um. So yeah.” An uncomfortable moment passes. “So…what else is new with you?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “We’ve been talking a lot. Stefan and I About anger and rage and what happens when you keep things bottled up too long.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh yeah?” She cocks her head to the side. “That’s good, I guess. Is it helping?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’m pissed off about a lot of shit, Sar. I have been for a long time. And without an outlet, I was letting it eat me alive and doing shit that could have gotten me killed. Stefan has shown me that I need an outlet, and that when I’m dealing with my anger, I’m not a danger to myself.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I know you have been.” She nods. “I’ve been hoping I was helping by letting you talk about it. I guess not…and I’m sorry.”

She gives Amy a tiny, apologetic smile.

[Amunet Knezevic] “You didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t even know half of what I’m pissed off about. I’ll be right back, okay? There’s more mojito in the kitchen.”

She gets up, moving quickly for the bedroom.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um…okay.” She watches Amy head off and looks like she’s half a hair’s breadth from following her, but she doesn’t. She takes a breath, standing but not following, and then shakes her head as she goes for another drink.

[Amunet Knezevic] She splashes some water on her face, runs a comb in her hair, washes her hands, and helps herself to a tiny bump from the very little that’s left over. Just enough to take the edge off, Ames.

Mission accomplished, she heads back out to the living room and her drink

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Per+Emp: Are you on bad white powder?]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] Everything is clearer now. That’s all she needed. Clear her head, calm her nerve. Moving back to the couch she plucks her glass from the floor, going into the kitchen to meet Sar and refill it.

[Amunet Knezevic] (These are not the cokeheads you’re looking for)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Amunet Knezevic] (Kahseeno… what did I ever do to you?)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] It’s the sudden difference in her demeanor. The calmness, the clarity. People don’t just go that way after heading into the bedroom for a couple of minutes. Her eyes narrow and she sets the glass and pitcher down hard, making her way over with a few quick strides to grab Amy and look her in the face. She sees the dilated pupils on the way…all the little signs in body language. She’s spent a life time battling coke dealers, and she’s certain of it here.

“Really, Amy? Fucking REALLY?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “What?” She tries for innocent, but it falls short. Her eyes flicker away, and she tries to pull away from her sister.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Don’t give me that shit.” She stares at her sister hard, eyes narrow. “Is THIS how you talk about your anger? Get coked up and then get fucked up?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fucked up how? I’m fine. I just have to stay up today so I can sleep tonight. I just have to get my schedule back.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You think I didn’t see how carefully you sat down?” As if to emphasize, she pokes her side. “I’m not fucking stupid. And what was the one FUCKING rule we’ve talked about? The only single one?”

[Amunet Knezevic] She winces “Sar I’m fine. Stefan takes care of me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Stefan lets you get coked up and fucked up, and you call that taking care of you. Are you fucking serious?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He didn’t get me fucked up Sar. Jesus. It’s none of your fucking business, anyway. You don’t need to fucking worry about me anymore. You go worry about your pack, and let him worry about me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grabs Amy’s arm, glaring. “You’re my fucking sister, Amy. I will always–ALWAYS–worry about you. I don’t give a fuck about some psycho Shadow Lord who obviously doesn’t seem to give a shit about your welfare. I love you and I will not let you fucking destroy yourself like this.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He’s helping me, Sar. He got me away from fucking Defiance. He’s helping me deal with hit. He loves me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Turning you into a fucking COKE JUNKIE and beating the shit out of you is not helping you.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Jesus FUCK. Do I look like a fucking junkie to you? Fucking seriously?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah. Frankly, you do. You look like you’ve been on a fucking bender.” Her lip curls, her expression about half-anger and half-pained anguish.

[Amunet Knezevic] She looks away, twisting her glass on the counter. “I just needed to not think for a while.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “This is SO fucked-up, Amy.” She shakes her head, hands squeezed into fists. “I knew I shouldn’t have fucking agreed to this.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “And then what? John dies and Hunter uses me and you’ve got your fucking pack now and I just get fucking abandoned? That’s fucking better?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’ve ALWAYS offered to be there for you. And I’ve tried to fucking be there for you, as much as possible. You’re the one who keeps blocking me out and running away from me to other people. The only problem my pack has in regard to us is the fact that you’ve decided I’ve chosen them over you.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “You’re fucking stupid if you haven’t.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I haven’t CHOSEN anyone, for FUCK’S SAKE!” She grabs her own hair, looking like she’s about to pull it out. “I can be in the pack and still [b]be your sister[/i]!!! You just have to not throw me out the fucking door!”

[Amunet Knezevic] “You think anybody else in your pack worries this much about kin? I promise they don’t”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yes, they do. Jesus Christ, Amy.” She lets go of Amy finally, walking across the room and pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes in frustration. She’s tense, angry. She’s on the verge of a breakdown of some sort, it would seem.

[Amunet Knezevic] “You’ve got better things to do now than taking care of me. If Stefan wants to do it, then let him”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He’s NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU!” They probably heard that in one of the other floors above and/or below them. That’s how loud she yells–practically screams–it.

[Amunet Knezevic] She winces, arms crossing. “You don’t understand, Sar. You don’t know what he’s doing for me. How much he’s helping me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “This is not FUCKING helping you. My god, you’ve COMPLETELY lost your mind. Doing fucking COKE and being bruised up by the guy who’s supposed to be taking care of you is NOT helping. Shit, the only difference I see between him and Leon is that at least fucking LEON didn’t get you coked up.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “And Stefan doesn’t make me feel like shit about myself. He makes me feel better about myself. Which is something none of the rest of them did”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “How? How the FUCK does he make you possibly feel better about yourself when your in this fucking state?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “It’s not like this is how we are all the time.” She’s made so many excuses lately, justified so much.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You’d better come out with a very good fucking explanation, Amy.” She gives the other woman a very hard look. “You’ve got one chance to do so before I drag you out of here and find the nearest rehab facility and shove you into it. Whether I’ve got the right to do so bedamned.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I don’t need fucking rehab. Jesus fuck. Two fucking days doesn’t mean you fucking need rehab.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “One. Fucking. Chance.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He loves me, Sar. He’s helping me deal with shit. He’s helping me get rid of things that haunt me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives Amy a look that says ‘Continue,” arms folded across her chest and back ramrod straight.

[Amunet Knezevic] She doesn’t know where else to go from there. She can’t explain, not without the whole thing blowing up into an even worse mess.

“I just. He loves me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Leon said that too. Look how that turned out.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “That was different.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That was different how?” She keeps that intense, hard gaze on Amy. “Make me believe this, Amy.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’m mated now, Sar. You can’t do anything about it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And let’s pretend for a moment that I won’t take you away anyway and go straight to Katherine to reclaim you because your mate’s an abusing, cokehead shit.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “No he is NOT. Jesus fuck. He’s never abused me. He never would.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Then explain why you’re walking funny. And for FUCK’s SAKE, explain the god damn motherfucking cocaine!”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’ll give you one chance to just not go there, and then not have to hear shit that you probably don’t want to have to picture your baby sister doing or having done to her.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Your average person might consider that, even as disturbing as the way Amy put it might sound. Sarita is not your average person. She can take a lot of shit and a lot of lies. But not from that baby sister. Not from the closest person to her, pack or not. She knows she might be making a mistake, but she shakes her head.

“I need to know. It can’t be worse than what I’m imagining.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fine. He’s fucked me in every possible place and every possible position as many times as we could manage over the last couple of days. Which is a fucking LOT. So yeah, I’m a little sore from getting a cock rammed in me. He didn’t hit me. He fucked me hard.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. Clearly, NOT something she wanted to hear. But hey, she’s been dealing with a lot of that from Amy since they arrived in Chicago, and it’s frankly way better than it could have been. Sarita looks Amy over, examining her closely as if to see if she’s holding back…and she doesn’t seem to. So she nods.

“Okay. Ew, but okay. See, not worse than what I was imagining. And the other?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I warned you.” She picks up her now watered down drink and downs it in one shot. “He wanted to try it when we were in Vegas. I promised I wouldn’t do it anymore unless he was with me.”

Her eyes stay on the counter top, fully aware of what she’s confessing and who she’s confessing it to.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She scowls, but she doesn’t yell. “So you were doing it on your own before that.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Yeah. More since everything happened.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. She looks like she wants to scream, wants to yell…but nothing’s coming. She shakes her head and turns back toward the kitchen.

“I need a fucking drink.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “You’re making a big deal out of it, Sar. It’s not that big of a deal. I can stop whenever I want to. I stopped for a while when… fuckhead asked me to.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It’s COCAINE, Amy. The cemeteries are full of people who said they could stop whenever they wanted to.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “It’s not a big deal. I’m not a fucking cokehead. Jesus.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, okay.” She sounds a little uncertain, or worried perhaps is the better term. Hidden under wryness. She pours herself a tall glass of the drink and takes a large draught from it.

[Amunet Knezevic] She deflates a little, leaning on the counter. “I’m sorry. I know you hate the shit. But I’ve totally got it under control.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s quiet for a moment, drinking more. After she’s swallowed, she pulls the glass from her lips and stares at it. “Hate doesn’t describe it. Lemme ask you, Amy…when you hear ‘cancer,’ what’s your emotional reaction?”

[Amunet Knezevic] She looks instantly angry, fingers curling so that her nails bite into her palms.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Exactly.” She nods a little. She’s sympathetic and even apologetic. “Cancer killed your mom, Ames. White drugs are the reason mine is.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She sighs, looking guilty.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at her, uncertain, before she looks away. “Listen…I just. I’ve heard things about this guy. Not…good things. I’m worried.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s quiet for a few seconds. “What kinds of things?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just that he…” She purses her lips. “That me might hurt you. Not intentionally, but…that he’s, like, blank underneath that shiny friendly exterior. I’m pretty sure the gist was that he was a little bit, or more than a little bit, fucked up in the head.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Who told you that?” She looks angry, nails biting into her palms again. “Joey? Or ~him~?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, it wasn’t them. Shit, I haven’t seen Hunter outside of the big shindig since…hell, for a while. Joey and I don’t talk about shit like that.” She sighs. “It was Lukas. He’d noticed something off about him, heard about some sort of weird thing that happened that kept him out of Defiance. Obviously he’s not spreading the information around like wildifre. He only told me because he was worried.”

[Amunet Knezevic] Her head shakes, fingers unclenching slowly. “He’s not like that Sar. Not with me. He loves me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, but nods. “He’d better not be. I have this trick with a stolen Ford Escort, gasoline, three hundred bucks worth of dynamite and a bridge I’ve been dying to try out.”

She’s approximately 43% joking.

[Amunet Knezevic] She sighs again “He’s good to me, Sar. I promise.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Good.” She frowns, and then it melts away.

“I’m sorry. You’re a big girl, and you can take care of yourself. Ain’t ever gonna stop worrying about you or trying to help.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “You went a long time without worrying about me. A lot longer than you have worried.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, but…” She shrugs and pulls out a cigarette. “When you showed up…it seemed natural, you know? Like…I don’t know. I didn’t know about you, but like instinctively I’d been waiting for you. Even before I knew you were actually who you said you were.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I always knew who you were. Just not who you really were.” She sighs, coming over to hug her tightly. “I’ll stop, okay? I promise.”