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bleakfate · 1 year ago
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Discord Closed Thread: Blake and Cecily Hijacked Table
Where: Winnie's Bistro
Written by Lex and Dana (@celestial-elite)
Blake: Being back in NYC was nice, and the blonde had settled pretty easily the last few weeks. She hadn't moved back to the Upper East side because she had no desire to run into her family, so she'd settled into a nice Brooklyn apartment. However, a request from one of her favorite teachers in high school brought her back to the neighborhood, and afterwards she was starving. When she walked into her favorite spot, she hadn't expected to see Cecily Fields of all people sitting at a small table for two. With a smirk, she bypassed the hostess and took the seat across the woman. Oh, don't look so surprised. You should be used to be doing the unexpected by now even if it has been years.
Cecily: One eyebrow quirked as Cecily took in the blonde’s sudden appearance. Of all the gin joints and people in the world, Blake Astor was the last one that Cecily expected to see. It was with a very slight smile, just a quirk of the corner of her lips, that she put down her glass of iced tea. “Do you often hang around restaurants in hopes you can hijack the table of someone you vaguely know? Seems too coincidental.”
Blake: The banter the two women shared was often her favorite. A part of the blonde wondered if Cecily ever put together why she loved making her so mad. Since being disowned by her family and taking a happy bow from the Upper East Side, she definitely didn't hide her sexuality. It was basically a blinking neon sign of a clue. "Nope! The universe just loves putting us in the same spaces. Also, vaguely? You really call going to the same schools since pre-school vaguely? How rude. I mean, who knows how to push your buttons better than I do?"
Cecily: "I'll have to speak to the universe about that," Cecily miffed, as the waiter came around and brought a second glass of water for Blake. "She's--" but her protest was too late. "Knowing how to push my buttons and knowing me are two completely different things," she countered, unflinchingly staring Blake down. "I bet you can't tell me a single thing about myself."
Blake: The blonde chuckled slightly at the fashion designer's mumbling. She had never understood why she was so fascinated with the other woman's reactions, but there she was. At first she'd thought it was purely because Cecily was hot, but it went beyond that for some reason. It was amusing really. The question did catch her off guard for a moment. If she decided to answer it honestly, then she'd reveal that she actually paid attention beyond purposely pissing the woman off. However, she hated purposely losing anything. "Are we talking about when we were younger or your life now as an adult? Those are two vastly different things." She would be pissed to lose on a technicality.
Cecily: “I’ll let you decide. Make it easy for you.” She feigned kindness, resting her elbows on the table and making a little ledge with her hands for her chin to rest on. “If you can name one of each, I’ll buy your lunch. Deal?”
Blake: The blonde arched an eyebrow at the other woman but a slight nod of her head was all she gave in response as she thought of the best things to say. “You’re insanely loyal to those you care about, you are effortlessly intelligent and meticulous in everything you do. Your favorite color used to be gold in high school and given the small accents in your clothing I’d be willing to bet it’s still the same. Your career has really taken off the last four years, and I’m hoping you do open your own boutique.” Blake then lifted the menu in order to give Cecily some semblance of privacy as she took in everything she’d said. Debating what she wanted to eat would never take long since she was a slight creature of habit, but she could play along.
Cecily: Cecily, as a fashion designer, had been seen by many people throughout her lifetime. People judged her work with a simple look and that was how the world operated. But she hadn't felt seen the way Blake was describing in a long time. Cecily's eyes narrowed at the sight of Blake behind the menu. She grabbed the untouched straw off the table, ripped off part of the end, and blew into it, sending the paper wrapper across the table. "So, what? You enjoy conversing with me?"
Blake: The blonde was not expecting the way Cecily decided to respond, and as she lowered the menu she smiled. It was her usual smile that Cecily had often seen before the blonde had caused mischief or done something opposite of what was expected. “I enjoy having fun with you. I let you be a little spontaneous, and you’re way more fun and even silly than you let on. I just was a little too against the grain for you when we were young. I’ve known another thing about you for a long time if you’d like to hear it.”
Cecily: Cecily folded her arms across her chest, clearly not loving the idea of being bested at her own game. Still, she did like the idea that Blake cared enough about her-- to any extent-- that she would notice such things about her. "Are you sure you're in the right business? Granted, I don't know what it is, but you've got a knack for reading people's aura. Tell me what I don't know."
Blake: “I’m not this good at it with everyone,” she said with a small shrug. There were many people she was just oblivious about. Her attention was hard to catch, or at least that’s what she’d been told by those close to her. “I’ve also always known you’re beautiful which is a past and present truth about you.”
Cecily: "Astor, you've got lines," Cecily shook her head in somewhat disbelief, hoping that her snark didn't make it obvious that the slight rose in her cheeks was not a result of the Pat McGrath makeup she was wearing. "Who knew? I never saw this side of you in school."
Blake: At Cecily’s words, Blake lightly tapped the other woman’s calf beneath the table with the top of her heels. “I have eyes,” she replied easily. “While I loved getting under your skin and driving you crazy, I wasn’t stupid enough to flirt with you. Not because I thought you’d be cruel to me or anything like that, but your world was the epitome of order back then. You didn’t do anything that wasn’t expected of you, and I didn’t want to turn your world upside down like that.” Blake wasn’t that selfish. The two of them weren’t close, and that kind of shock was something Cecily needed a support system or maturity to survive. “I did however love your brother. How is Grey? Did he confess to you that we were secret gaming buddies back in the day?”
Cecily: "Bold of you to think you could have that kind of effect on me," Cecily retorted coolly, taking another sip of her iced tea. The glass was starting to sweat, and she was grateful for the feeling of the water on her skin. It grounded her. "No, he didn't. Then again, he's better at keeping secrets than he looks. Don't tell me you play that game where you throw the banana peels at each other with him? I like the little pink mushroom."
Blake: “I wouldn’t think it would be me. It’s more the whole idea of me just being a woman. I didn’t want to be someone to throw that big of a wrench in things. I lost everything because of it. There was a lot of pain. I’d never want to be the cause of that for someone. It’s something we should all realize on our own if that kind of awakening is in the cards for us.” Blake smiled at the waiter and quickly put her order in. She took a sip of her water as she waited for Cecily to place her own. A fond smile appeared as she heard Cecily describe what the streamer could only imagine was Mario Kart. “You would love Toad. I’m a Yoshi girl. But yeah, we’ve played that before amongst others. Playing video games is kind of my job, so it works out.”
Cecily: "So what, you think the two closeted lesbians in our school at the same time magically will find each other when they're older?" Cecily raised an eyebrow, but studied Blake's face carefully for a reaction. "I'll have the harvest salad with salmon," she said to the waiter, and her lips curved up into a smile. "And why don't you bring us a bottle of Prosecco?" When he left, she turned her attention back to Blake. "No, not Toad. The pink one. With the braids. I liked that her braids were made out of mushrooms, too. How on earth did you manage to get the dream job of a twelve year old boy?"
Blake: In that moment, Blake was so thankful that all her verbal sparring sessions with Cecily had prepared her well which was the only thing that allowed her to keep her face more neutral. While they weren’t children anymore, giving too much away too fast wasn’t Blake’s game. It left too much possibility for getting hurt. “If it’s something that is meant to happen, why not? Serendipity and all that,” she answered back with a wide grin. “Toadette. My apologies. Honestly? I’m really funny and hot. That is what really got my foot in the door. Me being talented at what I do is a big part of it, but I never would have been noticed if I didn’t have those first two things.” It was a shallow industry unfortunately.
Cecily: "You don't strike me as the type to go for a Frozen Hot Chocolate," Cecily's eyes softened as she suddenly became very interested in the lemon floating around in her iced tea. "Toadette. There we go. Obviously if I had a choice, I'd pick the pink one. I've definitely seen evidence of the hot part, but I'm still waiting to find you funny, Astor. Think you've got a highlight reel that could show me your most amusing qualities?"
Blake: The quip made her laugh lightly. It was sweet and cute in its own way. She knew Cecily got her meaning, but they were both dancing around things which she could do. After all, the dance was part of the beauty. Blake would rather leave the canon balls for the pool. “I’ve got a killer sweet tooth. A way to my heart is definitely through baked goods or frozen treats.” Cecily asking about a highlight reel caused Blake to reach into her clutch for her phone. She easily accessed her YouTube page which held all her streams and then offered the device to Cecily. “I’m a streamer, Cecily. So yeah, there are a lot of videos that you could scroll through. Although, I’d rather you try to uncover them yourself. I mean, you’re not the woman I thought you were if you want to go for the Spark Notes.”
Cecily: "Perhaps we could meet there next time, so you can let me know how truly serendipitous this is." The implication of a second… what? Date? Meet up? They weren't exactly two old friends who were catching up. "You overestimate the amount of free time I have, really," Cecily shot back, realizing rapidly that the smirk on her lips was not going away anytime soon, especially not as long as the blonde was in front of her. "Any I should start with in particular?"
Blake: “If you take me to Serendipity after I take you to dinner, then you tell me when.” Their words still had a playful to them, but all the confusion and anger from their younger years wasn’t. It was a nice trade off. “There is no way a growing fashion designer isn’t swamped, but it could be fun background noise if my voice doesn’t grate your nerves anymore.” The thought of which video to watch took her a few moments before she thought of a good one. “I hosted a charity stream for St. Judes’ Hospital. It was my friends and I playing an Among Us tournament. That would be the best I think. We had a lot of fun.”
Cecily: "Oh, you're taking me to dinner?" Cecily asked, letting her genuine curiosity shine through. "You should have told me sooner, there's no way I'll get something together to wear in time. Obviously I have to knock your eyes out of your head with how gorgeous I look." Pulling out her phone, she quickly searched up the video in question and turned it to face Blake. "This one? It could be nice background noise as I'm stabbing silk."
Blake: “Cecily, I could literally invite you over, ask you to wear sweats, to only order take out, and I’d still think you’re a knock out.” There was no lying about that. It wasn’t even just Cecily’s looks. It was more than that, and that was more than Blake could unpack right then. After all, she’d pushed it down for long enough. “That’s the one! I hear I was great when I hosted the Streamer Awards too, but I don’t know. Watching that would be too weird. I don’t even like watching my streams back during editing.” It was just weird for her. Her team laughed about it all the time and teased her about staying humble. “I’m glad I could provide the soothing sounds you need while stabbing. Just don’t blame me if you get a finger.”
Cecily: At Blake's words, Cecily couldn't help the way her expression shifted-- her somewhat pleasant smile twisted right into a smirk. "Well, at least I know you have some degree of taste." She mused, but her eyes seemed to look anywhere but in Blake's. God, she hoped that blush powder was doing its job, to keep her cheeks a designated color of pink rather than let her emotions run rampant. "Did you ever play Barbie CoolLooks Fashion Designer?" Cecily asked out of the blue, after there had been a bit of a lull in the conversation. "Because I had that game when I was a kid. They gave you special paper, and you could print out the designs you made on the game, and then dress your dolls in them. I was literally obsessed with it. I didn't need that kind of accessibility once I learned how to sew, but I'd love to play it again, if you have that kind of resource."
Blake: The look Cecily gave her was not one Blake was used to. After all, she’d never done anything but pick fights with the woman when they were younger. Wether that was sitting on the MET steps next to her spot just to annoy her or purposely doing things that would make her annoyed. “If I’m giving you too many new sides of me at once, I’m sure I could find something to bicker with you about. Although, there are way more fun ways to end arguments.” Flirting was easy for the blonde. It was something that she loved because when things were new she could never predict how someone else would react. At the question of the game, Blake quickly shot off a text to her team saying she needed it quickly and at whatever price. She was sure there would be questions, but she’d answer them later. “I do. I mean, I will get it in a week tops. If it’s something you loved that much, I can find it. Would you like me to drop it off at your place when I get my hands on it?”
Cecily: “Oh? Do you think I’d like that way of ending an argument?” Cecily asked, finding herself enjoying this aspect of conversation quite a bit. As Blake offered to get her the game, Cecily felt quite sheepish. “Do you think your followers would enjoy watching us play?” She didn't need the game for herself, but she did seem to need another excuse to see Blake.
Blake: “I do. I mean, wouldn’t you enjoy getting to finally shut me up,” she asked in a playfully teasing way. There was no hurt or malice in her voice. Even though they’d fought a lot, neither woman ever tried to actually hurt the other. They were the textbook definition of frenemies if anything. “Are you kidding? They’d love getting to see me teased over fashion. Are you going to want to pick out my stream outfit?”
Cecily: “It would rank in the top five moments of my life,” Cecily deadpanned, but it was more the act of shutting Blake up rather than her silence. “Probably. What will your followers do if they see you in something besides jeans and a backwards cap?”
Blake: “Did you ever think of kissing me to shut me up,” she asked curiously. Her eyebrow ticked upwards as she leaned back in her chair more comfortably. The blonde wasn’t expecting an actual response, but she was never good at stopping her impulses. She wanted to know, so she set out on a quest for answers. “I actually have no idea. What would you want to see me in? It depends on that.”
Cecily: “Once,” Cecily admitted, before she could stop herself, “but I wasn’t ready for that kind of existential crisis.” Thankfully, the waiter dropped a bread basket on their table, so she distracted herself by pouring olive oil in a dish and dunking a hunk of bread into it. “I think it’s more what I want to see you out of, actually.”
Blake: Blue eyes snapped up to Cecily’s face at her words. It wasn’t one sided. Their fights would get intense, buttons were pushed, and Cecily knew how to get under her skin very well. That led to intense emotions which made her wonder about that passion having another outlet. However, seventeen year old Blake thought she’d die before ever hearing Cecily Fields admit it. “When?” Blake, always being the playful one, broke off a small piece of her own bread and dunked it into Cecily’s dish before popping it into her mouth. “Do you only want to see me out of jeans and baseball caps?”
Cecily: “You should let me design something for you.” Cecily burst out, before she could regain any semblance of self control. She normally wasn’t so free with her words— at all, really— so she wondered where this was coming from. There was no reason why she had anything to ashamed of, as clearly they were on somewhat of the same wavelength. “Do you want to see me out of a very stylish skirt and blazer? Think carefully.”
Blake: “If you think I’d turn down someone as talented as you designing me clothes, then I’m going to have to show you I’m much smarter than that.” Even when they were younger, there was no question about whether or not the woman was talented. “Why do I have to choose, when I can get under the skirt?”
Cecily: It was an unfortunate moment that Cecily decided to take a sip of her iced tea, because she could not hide her sputtering cough very well. "Are you always this forward? If you'd been like this in high school, the trajectory of my life would have looked very different."
Blake: "I'm sorry for surprising you. If it makes you feel better, you looked the most graceful." Her words were sincere. While there were many emotions she enjoyed invoking in Cecily, embarrassment was never one she wanted to add to that list. "That's something that's come with age I think. I wasn't nearly as smooth with it when I was younger. Still, it does usually take me longer to warm up to this level with someone. I've never met someone I could just speak to without tossing the words around in my head a few times. And hey, you changed my trajectory. Don't let your head get too big, but you played a huge part in my realization of my sexuality."
Cecily: Rolling her eyes, Cecily wiped her mouth delicately with her napkin. As embarrassing as it was to completely lose her cool, for some reason, she didn't mind it so much when it came to Blake. They seemed to be at a point beyond embarrassment, and somewhere near mutual destruction. Or, at least, that's how Cecily was going to view it. "I don't believe that for two seconds," Cecily snorted, taking a more decided sip of her iced tea, this time. "You hated me in high school. You loved absolutely nothing more than to push my buttons."
Blake: The blonde tilted her head for a brief moment and just looked at the woman across from her. She could see why Cecily would think that, but Blake wasn't one to hate anyone really. For her sanity it was either love, neutrality, or indifference. "If my mother hadn't trashed everything belonging to me, I'd show you my journals. Also, I never hated you. I just." Blake took a moment to sigh and think of the best way to phrase what she wanted to say. "You were used to everyone bowing to you and allowing you to just follow the boring paths many of our families set us on. You weren't challenged ever, and for someone as smart and talented as you, that had to be boring. So, I enjoyed never being what you expected. You are also really hot to fight with. I mean, how did you not figure out that was part of my motivation?"
Cecily: The corners of Cecily's lips pulled back into a thin line, because she had to admit that Blake had a point. High school Cecily wouldn't want to hear it. High school Cecily definitely wouldn't have believed it. But with the knowledge she had now about her own attraction and sexuality-- yes, she could admit that she and Blake had probably spent those formative years dancing around each other to whatever degree. "You think I'm smart, beautiful, and talented," Cecily settled into her chair, clearly pleased with herself. "Careful, Blake. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had a little crush."
Blake: The blonde chuckled at Cecily's words. "That would be what you focused on the most out of that. Didn't I warn you about not letting your head get too big before I opened my mouth?" Instead of her words having the bite they'd had so often when they were younger, there was a constant teasing behing them. Teasing that couldn't be mistaken as anything else but flirting. "The attraction I have to you goes without saying at this point. Plus, we've both set more than one plan to see each other again. You're going to have to sit at least five feet from me during the stream."
Cecily: "I suppose you're in trouble now," Cecily's lips curved up into that absurdly self-absorbed smirk again, "since it would appear that we're almost becoming something akin to friends in our older and wiser forms." They were becoming a heck of a lot more than that, but that was a conversation Cecily wasn't ready to have yet. "Why would I need to sit five feet away from you? Does it have something to do with how the controllers work?"
Blake: "Oh the absolute horror," Blake teased back. The two of them had always had a weird way of pushing one another. It looked horrible as teens, but her constant bickering with the blonde pushed her to keep going after what she wanted. It started the fire beneath her 'don't give a fuck' attitude that helped her survive all the bullshit of her family and adolescent choices. "It has to do with how my brain works."
Cecily: Cecily had mellowed out quite a bit since high school, which was a blessing. She didn't think that her former self would be able to be quite as nonchalant about everything. "Dare I ask how your brain works?" Cecily teased, because she genuinle didn't realize the trap she was walking right into. "Is that the pretty girl buffer?"
Blake: The blonde arched an eyebrow at the woman across from her because she knew that their attraction to one another was obvious. Their conversation had been laced with inneundo from the beginning, and it was also somehow cute. "When it comes to being around a gorgeous girl that flirts with me, I'm insanely tactile which would not be the most conducive for gaming. Calling it the pretty girl buffer is cute though."
Cecily: "I don't really see evidence of that, here," Cecily was countering just to be a jerk, and she found it amusing. "Not so much as an attempt to hold my hand? You're talking a big game, Blake, but I see little to show for it."
Blake: "I had to slow it down, you know. I nearly made you choke on your iced tea earlier. I didn't want the first time my lips touch yours to be during mouth to mouth," she easily countered back. Cecily had to know that Blake could keep up with her banter after so many years. It was nice for it to be through flirting than anger though.
Cecily: "But you want that?" Cecily asked, willing her heartbeat to not be so loud. "You want to kiss me?"
Blake: "Yeah, I do. That's why I invited you out to dinner, offered to get you a game, and am open to you teasing me in front of all my followers on camera." Blake bit her bottom lip for a moment, but it didn't last long because the smile wanting to break free wouldn't allow it.
Cecily: "By all things McQueen, Astor, you like me," Cecily leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, triumphant. "I suppose we'll have to make this a regular thing, then. Some author in this cafe is using us as book fodder for their next lesbian rom com."
Blake: "Do I win points for actually knowing who Alexander McQueen is," she asked with genuine curiosity. She didn't know what won her favor with the designer, but she was willing to stick around and figure it out. "You don't sound too upset about the prospect of seeing more of me, Cecily."
Cecily: "Of course you do. I'm not upset about it," Cecily assured her, shrugging casually. "If this conversation is anything to go by, we missed out big time in high school."
Blake: Taking Cecily's words along what she'd said earlier as good signs, Blake reaches her right hand forward and slowly covers the designer's hand with her own. "Then I guess we have a lot of catching up to do, huh?"
Cecily: Cecily turned her palm over and laced her fingers with Blake's. "Looks like it. We're off to a great start."
Blake: "Come over to my place on Friday. I'll have the game by then. What do you say?"
Cecily: "It's a date."
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