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Guess who has technically been working for the past 7 hours and is still not going to sleep
#morningtalks#Those Greek texts won't Translate themselves#I finally reached the halfway point of this cursed text tho at least so that's a win#But I'm so distracted half the time (here on Tumblr) that it slows my working efficiency considerably.#Eh. That's just how it goes with me. I'll see the sun rise before I'm done with this bastard of a text but I'll keep going until this fucki#Shit is done. I want to have one speech fully translated and analyzed and if it takes me 7 extra hours then so be it.
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19 with Victoria Chase and Chloe?
For whatever reason, I canât seem to keep chaseprice stories short! Sorry this took so long, but I hope itâs worth it. I also immediately thought chaseprice when I saw that prompt (âAccording to this survey, most people agree you are, in fact, a gigantic asshole.â), so thanks for being on the same page with me there :) Unbetaâd and virtually unrevised despite how long it took me to write it, so please take it with a grain of salt.
Content warnings for misogynistic insults, underage drinking and drug use, and implied attempted sexual assault. Because teens in Arcadia Bay are awful to each other.
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Chloe hasnât seen Rachel since the first hour of the party. She stopped even getting texts from her about twenty minutes ago. She can already feel the familiar shapes of the argument theyâre going to have tomorrow morning. Chloe will accuse Rachel of ditching her and ignoring her texts. Depending on how pissed she is, she might trot out the old dead horse about being abandoned by Max and flog that for a bit while Rachel fails to keep from rolling her eyes. Then Rachel will remind her about their agreement, that theyâre both free agents and maybe if Chloe acted more like a free agent and less like a cuckolded wife she wouldnât be so pissy all the time.
Itâll go back and forth for hours with Chloe whining about her abandonment issues and Rachel claiming that Chloeâs suffocating her, and at the end of it nothing will have changed. Theyâll kiss and make up like they always do, but as soon as the next Vortex Club event comes around Rachel will insist on dragging Chloe and then sheâll ditch her in a crowd of people she hates and the whole cycle will start over again.
The whole thing is fucking exhausting, and Chloeâs sick of it.Â
Not as sick as Victoria Chase is, though; damn. Itâs a hell of a sight: the Queen Bitch of Blackwell teetering drunkenly on ill-advised high heels - possibly only still on her feet because of the bodies of people dancing around her - and looking like sheâs contemplating puking in her purse. She looks awful.Â
It would be more amusing if Rachel were there to make fun of her with Chloe. It would also be more amusing if it werenât so painfully pathetic. Chloeâs way too sober to enjoy the sordid spectacle. Being the designated driver sucks ass, especially when the literal whole point of these parties is to get wasted.Â
Chloe almost jumps out of her skin when her phone suddenly - finally - buzzes in her pocket.
Rachel: U still at the party?
Chloe scowls at her phone.
Chloe: of fucking course i am
Chloe: where else would i be??
Chloe: im ur fucking dd
Rachel: o right! Srry I already caught a ride
âAre you fucking kidding me!?â
Rachel: c u 2morro tho
Rachel: 2 whales date? Not 2 early tho
Rachel: this hangoverâs gona be a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch
Rachel: luv u <3 <3 <3 xoxoxo
Rachel: xxxÂ
Rachel: ;P
Chloe buries her phone in her pocket, fuming. She can actually feel the anger rising off of her skin like steam. Obviously thereâs no reason for her to continue being a designated driver if Rachelâs already fucked off with whatever Blackwell jock or cheerleader sheâs decided to rail tonight. Chloeâs free to crash on the couch tonight with the rest of the drunk losers. Pass out in the bathtub maybe. Thereâs tons of booze in the kitchen; she should start there. Stoners are usually in the basement; they shouldnât be hard to sniff out. Maybe if sheâs lucky sheâll find the folks whoâre always doing coke in some random bedroom or office and score a noseful. Itâs not like sheâs got classes in the morning. She can afford to live a little, as long as sheâs not actually paying for it.
Chloe starts to push her way through the crowd to the kitchen.
âWatschh where yrr fffuckin goinâŚâ slurs a messy but recognizable voice as a hand grips Chloeâs upper arm.
Jesus Christ, Victoriaâs even more wasted than Chloe thought at first glance. Her hand on Chloeâs arm might be the only thing keeping her upright at the moment, which is the only reason why Chloe doesnât immediately tear herself away.Â
âCareful, Vicky; poverty might be contagious.â Chloe attempts to pry Victoriaâs fingers from around her arm to no avail.
The idiot jock standing behind Victoria laughs at that, but Victoria just looks confused. And drunk. So very, very drunk.
âFfffug you, Chhhloe,â Victoria slurs out.
Chloe raises an eyebrow. âWow, you must be shitfaced. That was practically my real name!â She carefully shoves Victoria back off of her arm as the jock moves to steady Victoria by holding onto her waist.
âCâmon, babe,â he says, leaning close to her ear. He grins at Chloe and winks like he thinks sheâs in on some kind of conspiracy with him, which immediately pisses Chloe off. âIâve got it from here,â he informs her.
Victoria groans something inarticulate and tries to push the jock away, but she ends up just stumbling back into his stupidly broad chest. She really shouldnât get so drunk and wear such high heels at the same time; clearly, itâs a dangerous combination.
âDude, I donât think she wants to go with you,â Chloe says as calmly as she can. She really doesnât want to get involved. She wants to get drunk and stoned and so blitzed out of her mind that she forgets all about being pissed at Rachel. She doesnât want to get sucked into whatever drama Victoriaâs got brewing tonight. But she also really doesnât want to watch a drunk girl get mauled by some entitled meathead, even if said drunk girl is a royal pain in her ass.Â
âNah, sheâs good. Just needs some fresh air. Câmon, Tori, letâs go for a walk.â
âDonâ ffffuggin call me Tori,â Victoria growls, tugging her arm out of his too-firm grip and nearly falling right off her ridiculous and undoubtedly overpriced heels. âIss Victoria.â
The creep ignores her and tugs on her arm again, toppling her into his body once more. âItâs cool,â he attempts to assure Chloe. âWeâre friends. Iâll get her home safe.â
âShe definitely doesnât want to go with you. Let her go.â
âDude, be cool! Sheâs just being a bitch. You know what Toriâs like.â He holds Victoriaâs wrists to curtail her squirming.
âFuggoff!â
Chloe cracks her knuckles loudly enough to get the jockâs attention. âIâve got better things to do with my left hand tonight than break it on your nose, but if you donât unhand her in the next five seconds Iâll do it anyway.â
That gives the jock pause, but he doesnât look like he quite believes her. âYou wouldnât.â
Chloe shrugs. âIf you donât believe me, why donât you ask Logan why his nose slants to the right? Although heâll probably lie. Ask his ex-girlfriend; sheâll tell you the truth.â
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As Chloe guides a stumbling and incessantly bitching Victoria through the dark toward her truck, she silently curses every decision in her life that led her to this moment. Itâs actually not that different from drunk-walking Rachel home after a party, except that when Victoria keeps touching her boob itâs probably accidental. Probably.
âWhereâss Nathan?â Victoria whines, head lolling onto Chloeâs shoulder and smearing a healthy quantity of expensive makeup into her favorite Firewalk shirt. Which is fine. Not like Chloe canât just steal another one next time they have a 2010 tour. Time travelâs a thing, right?
âI have no idea where Prescock is. Surprised heâs not doing shots out of your cleavage.â
Victoriaâs trying to text, but she keeps almost dropping her phone. âWhere are theese bisches?â Victoria grumbles as her manicured fingers jab and swipe at the screen of her phone with the dexterity of a toddler with two handfuls of butter. âSposdt to be my frensâŚâÂ
Victoriaâs entire focus is on her phone when it should really be on walking. Chloe tugs her upright and tries to steer her for the umpteenth time. âCan it wait til weâre in the truck at least?â
Victoria grinds to a halt and finally tears her eyes from her phone. âMânot gedding into that⌠thatâŚâ Victoria flails at Chloeâs truck and nearly falls over. âDeathtrap.â
âYou had to get a tetanus shot to live in the dorms, right? Youâll be fine.â Chloe grips Victoriaâs elbow with one hand to keep her upright and wrangles the passenger door open with the other. âGo on, get in.â
Victoria glares at Chloe foggily. âAre you khhidnappng me, Price?â
â...Thatâs a joke, right?â
Victoria whacks Chloe solidly in the sternum with her phone. âBâcause Iâll haf you know, my frens will put your assss in jail like that.â Victoria tries and fails to snap her fingers, then stares at them as if she cannot comprehend why they are not obeying her.
Chloe rubs at her sore sternum in annoyance. âYeah, well, maybe your âfrensâ should be the ones getting your drunk ass safely back to the dorms instead of abandoning you and letting random creepers paw at you. Then maybe I could get my drunk on in peace instead of wasting my weekend cleaning your puke out of my truck.â
Chloeâs expecting some pushback. Victoria hasnât even touched her truck, much less puked in it. What she isnât expecting is for Victoria to shove her phone in Chloeâs face. âYou texx thm.â Victoria reaches for the door handle, yanks the door open, and unsteadily clambers into Chloeâs truck.
âOw, what the fuck! You want me to text your friends?â
âTellâm yer kidnappin me.â
âUh, okay, no, Iâm not doing that. But I can text your friends if thereâs someone youâd rather get a ride with.â
Chloe carefully shuts Victoriaâs door and walks around her truck to the driverâs side, thumbing through Victoriaâs message history. She tries Nathan first, even though she can see that Victoriaâs last ten messages to him have gone unanswered.
Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?
Nathan: whothFUCKisthis
Victoria: a good samaritan. seriously tho your friend is halfway to passed out, can you help?
Nathan: fuckoffBITCH
Victoria: god why does victoria even like you?
She tries Courtney next.
Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?
Courtney: I donât know, can Victoria not call my boyfriend a MAN WHORE?
âWeâre 0 for 2, Victoria. Whatâs the name of that blonde girl youâre always hanging around with?â
âSweetieâŚâ
âUm, what?â
âGoddddd youâre fuckn incomph-- incump-- incompetant. Sweet. T.â
âI have no idea what youâre-- Oh.â Jesus, the girl is literally in Victoriaâs phone as Sweet-T. Gaaaaaaayyyy.Â
Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?
Sweet-T: Victoria? Victoria Chase?
Sweet-T: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Sweet-T: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Sweet-T: Tell that bitch good luck.Â
Sweet-T: Actually wait donât.
Sweet-T: Tell her to choke.
Sweet-T: Btw Taylor lost her phone.
âUhh, looks like âSweet-Tâ lost her phone. And itâs fallen into the hands of someone who completely hates your pretentious ass; no big surprise there.â
Chloe starts texting Victoriaâs contacts at random as Victoria sulks. Most people donât even respond. The responses she does get are⌠not encouraging.
Zach: sup biiiiiiiiiiitttcccccccchhhhhh yeah iâll give vicky a ride ON MY DICK
Hayden: new fone who dis
Brooke: Who is this and how did you get my number? Donât ever text me again.
Dana: I gott a ride w Jules srry
Juliet: Already back at the dorms. Good luck I guess.Â
Logan: fukk that bisch wut
âWell, Victoria, looks like none of your friends are coming to help. So you can either let me give you a ride back to campus, or you can pass out on a couch inside and hope for the best.â
âWhat th hell djou say to them??â
âJust that you needed a safe ride to the dorms. Thatâs all.â
âBullsshhhitt. You pissed them off.â
Chloe laughs out loud at that. âI pissed them off?? You pissed them off by being a gigantic asshole!â
âMâ noddan asshole.â
âOh, no? WellâŚâ Chloe holds up Victoriaâs phone and waves it in front of her face. âAccording to this survey, most people agree you are, in fact, a gigantic asshole.â
Which is how Chloe ends up comforting a sobbing Victoria Chase in a strangerâs driveway and wishing sheâd never been born.
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Chloe: dude. Srsly. Fuck u for abandoning me at that fucking vc party.
Rachel: chloe?
Rachel: wat timesit?
Rachel: w happnd?
Chloe: its 3am
Chloe: and victoria FUCKING chase is passed out on me
Rachel: ur joking
Rachel: omg
Rachel: pls take a pic
Chloe: this isnt funny rach
Rachel: itâs fucking hilarious!
Chloe: its SAD.
Rachel: Wait so
Rachel: did you fuck her?
Chloe: WHAT????
Chloe: NO!!!!!
Rachel: Oh good bc I donât think thereâs enough bleach in the world to clean your soul after fucking victoria chase
Chloe: sheâs drunk AF
Chloe: her friends ditched herÂ
Chloe: and i kinda called her an asshole
Chloe: so she cried on my shoulder until she passed out
Chloe: and now iâm trapped
Rachel: Poor baby.
Rachel: Chew your arm off?
Chloe: not funny.
Rachel: Again, totally funny.
Chloe: Srsly tho, what should i do???
Rachel: idk
Rachel: sneak out?
Chloe: weâre in my truck
Rachel: hahahahahahahaha
Rachel: of course you are
Rachel: so wake her bitch ass up!
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Victoria Chase snores. Nothing in the world could have prepared Chloe for that knowledge. She also drools, which is unfortunate for the state of Chloeâs jacket. Not that itâs the cleanest thing in the world anyway, but still. Itâs the principle of the thing.
Victoriaâs normally immaculate hair is in a state of total chaotic disarray. At least half of her makeup is gone, and what remains is smeared artlessly all over her face. She smells like a brewery. Chloeâs arm has fallen asleep under the weight of her head. Chloe envies it. The sweet release of sleep would be infinitely preferable to the intense awkwardness of being conscious right now.
The moonlight paints Victoriaâs face in delicate shades of pale, highlighting the refined angles of her cheekbone, her jawline, her nose. Sheâs snoring and drooling and messy and the most utterly awful person; it shouldnât be possible for her to be beautiful in this moment.
And yet. And yet.
Chloe should shove her awake. She should push Victoria off her shoulder, buckle up both of their seatbelts, and deposit her safely back at the dorms (because even though Victoriaâs an objectively horrible person, that doesnât mean that Chloe is). Chloe should abandon ship, let Victoria sleep it off in the front of her truck while Chloe returns to the party and drinks until she canât remember what Victoria looks like in the moonlight. Maybe if she drinks enough, by the time sheâs sober enough to drive Victoria will have sobered up and found her own way home.
Victoria makes a sleepy sort of grumbling sound and shifts against Chloeâs shoulder, draping an arm over Chloeâs middle and snuggling close. Her hair tickles Chloeâs neck and jaw as it sticks out at peculiar angles, and Chloe wants to laugh or possibly die. Thereâs really nowhere else for Chloeâs arm to go, so it ends up wrapped around Victoria. Victoria lets out a sound thatâs disturbingly close to a contented sigh.
âHey... Vic?â
âMphgmhm?â
âUm⌠Are you aware that youâre cuddling me like Iâm your long-lost childhood teddy bear?â
âGrhmphgm.â
âUh. âKay. Long as you know.â
âMphkm.â Victoria nuzzles into Chloeâs shoulder, squeezing her tighter. Chloe awkwardly pats her side and Victoria sighs again.
âHey, uh⌠Iâm sorry about what I said before. I mean, not about you being an asshole, âcause Iâm not gonna lie. But about your friends. Iâm⌠sure your friends do like you, really.â
Victoria shrugs a little, frowning delicately. âDsnmttr. Sleeb.â
Sleep. Okay. Thatâs theoretically possible. Chloeâs slept in more uncomfortable positions in this very truck, after all. So she closes her eyes and rests her head against the back of her seat, and she listens to the steady rhythm of Victoriaâs breathing until the world begins to fade into a comforting void.
Shitâs going to be awkward in the morning. But, well. That can wait until the morning.
#writing prompts#prompt fill#chaseprice#life is strange#LiS#background amberprice#chloe price#victoria chase#rachel amber#fanfic
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