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xnoraxcarpenterx asked: thread where kat & em meet darcy for first time

Darcy hadn’t exactly been PREPARED for Nora to walk through those glass double doors with COMPANY in tow. She’d expected the older woman, and was currently at the register, leaning over PLAYFULLY with a lollypop in her mouth, playing with it, smiling, calling out to Nora. “Well if it isn’t, Mrs Carpenter~ Here for another slice of cherry--” AND THEN SHE CHOKED ON HER LOLLY.  Cough. Cough. Fist thumping her chest. “Oh, shit, this must be the sister and roommate. Sorry about that…” DEEP. BREATHS. DARCY. She assumed the SISTER was the blonde, and so hazel eyes made a POINT of sizing up the brunette jealously, measuring up her competition. Stepping out from behind the counter, she curtsied. “So what can I get you? Ordering to go or I can lead you to a booth, or, counters right there. We have all kinds of coffee, are famous for our cherry pie AAAND our apple pie’s pretty good, too. Could I get you a menu…” Tongue anxiously fiddled with her lollypop in her mouth as she awaited their response with BAITED BREATH. In a way, she WANTED Nora’s friend and sister to like her. TO ACCEPT HER. However, seeing how they were both AT LEAST thirty made her feel a little bit like a FISH OUT OF WATER. Seriously, all this talk of what Darcy saw in Nora and why she didn’t go for people HER AGE, why the Hell was Nora wasting her time on a dumb twenty-year-old when she had friends and company her own age? She might have YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE on her side when it came to looks, but there was no shot she was gonna be able to keep up intellectually with people ten years her senior…

Kat wasn’t sure what to expect as she entered the SKYLINE CAFE. Though she pretty much DEMANDED to meet Darcy and be part of her life, if Darcy was going to be a part of Nora’s. BETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW, AND ALL THAT JAZZ. But to walk through those double doors to find a PRETTY YOUNG THING had her NERVOUS. Blondie was maybe 19? 20? 22 at a stretch? Benefit from the natural tightness and perkiness that Kat had to ACTIVELY WORK to maintain. She didn’t like it. How was she supposed to measure up to the GIFTS OF YOUTH? “Darcy, right?” Tone was a little COLDER than it probably should’ve been, and Nora was probably gonna kick her under the table the first chance she got. “I’ve heard about you. And your CHERRY PIES. Apparently, it’s the BEST IN NEW YORK.” Eyes glanced across to Nora. “I’d appreciate it if you keep the flirtations to a MINIMUM tonight…” The truth was, she didn’t want Nora flirting with Darcy AT ALL. But for the sake of civility, she’d let Nora read between the lines. “Whatever Nora wants. Though I’d at least like a coffee. Americano Grande, six sweeteners, no milk, no creamer.” Turn to Nora and Emily. “Anyone else?” She really was NOT comfortable being here. And she damn sure wasn’t comfortable to have waltzed in on Darcy ALREADY trying to chat up HER woman. Let alone the way she’d eyed Kat herself up like she was COMPETITION. There was no competition. There wasn’t allowed to be competition. Kat would make sure of it. “That won’t be a problem, will it?” Eyes flashed to Nora again.

 Emily just sighed, shoulders dropping, head tilting, glaring across to Darcy with a look, like, ‘Really?’ HOW DESPERATE COULD A GIRL GET? She was practically crawling over the counter to get to her big sister. Okay, so about as desperate as EMILY HERSELF, but Emily was a troubled sibling with a sister complex. Her feelings for Nora had been marinating in a cauldron of fucked up spices for like THIRTEEN YEARS STRAIGHT. What the Hell was Darcy’s excuse? “Yeah.” She spoke in exhale, trying to HIDE her DISAPPOINTMENT. “I’m the sister, Emily.” Hand reached out to shake Darcy’s and Darcy took it. “This is Kat.” Head nodded to Kat and Darcy moved to shake Kat’s hand, too. After a brief moment of hesitation, Kat took it, too. “Don’t mind her, she’s not much of a people’s person.” BUT ALSO DON’T EYE HER UP LIKE SHE’S YOUR ONLY COMPETITION HERE, THE FUCK?! Jaw screwed taut and her gaze snapped away, tongue pressing against teeth. “We’ll take a booth, thank you.” No shot was she letting Nora sit up on the counter next to THIS BITCH. And let Darcy hog ALL HER ATTENTION. However, she could see another girl working in the kitchen. God, she hoped Darcy didn’t call break, so she could sit in the booth with them… “I’ll have a caramel latte, thank you.” With that, she turned to Nora. “So, that’s Darcy, huh? I can see why you took her number… She’s a pretty little thing. Blonde, too…” Whispers in Nora’s ear. Yes, she WAS insinuating EXACTLY what it sounded like she was insinuating.