#mention.ty

[emelinecormier]

She knew how the story ended and yet, she couldn't have been more interested in the drama that unfolded with each of the woman's words, listening with rapt attention until it got to it's inevitable end. Then, she laughed. A laugh which she tried her best to immediately stifle, but it was too late. "I'm sorry," Emmy managed to choke out, ignoring just how much eggnog ice cream she just inhaled. "It's just, I've been to a few fancy events like that and I would've paid so much money to see that happen. I'm not sure how they didn't see the entertainment value in that, totally worth way more than your skills as a server." Great server or not, the other was amusing, she'd give her that.

"It's different for everyone. I was a little shit as a teenager, I deserved the tough love," She offered a shrug of nonchalance, because little shit didn't even begin to describe the amount of stupid trouble she and Ty had constantly gotten themselves into. Amelie was a saint for even putting up with it. Being recognized for her wedding was a new one, but in all fairness, she did feel like half the town had been there. "That's me," Emmy smiled brightly, if for nothing else than how happy the memory of the wedding still made her. "I hope your friends had a good time... and enjoyed the show after the 'I do's." A teasing grin curved on her lips, falling instantaneously with a gentle laugh. "Why no more? I always thought two was kind of the threshold, you know? Once you get two, what's a few more?" She shook her head at the woman's next question. "Not great viral, but it's in the past where it belongs, thankfully."

@phoebeyates

The thing with Phoebe was, she never knew when to just leave things. To let people have a positive impression of her, based on their own assumptions. Maybe it was her pathological need to be honest based on worry if they ever found out the truth -- as if she were harboring some dark secret -- or, worse, look like she was fishing for compliments. But she just shook her head. “I worked at a fancy event once, it might have been a Christmas party? I don’t know, it was like a one off thing, and it was like through this agency catering company so not a permanent gig,” She gave a little shrug. “Anyway, I had a tray of what I assume were very expensive champagne flutes holding very expensive champagne,” She grinned bashfully, because she was sure at this point her ice-cream sharing buddy was aware of where the story was going. “I tripped over nothing. Like, the floor was clear. I slammed into a man in a --  you guessed it -- very expensive tux. He then like, grabbed my shoulders to steady himself. But like it caused my arms to jerk and…” She shook her head, scrunching her eyes in disbelief it actually happened. “Long story short, I got removed from the agency and didn’t get paid because, well, even a full night of wages wouldn’t have covered the damage of a designer suit that needed dry cleaning and like, several crystal flutes and the drink in it.” 

A feeling of recognition passed through her at the name, but it was hard for Phoebe to place, though it was nagging in the back of her mind. “Tough love…everyone I met who experienced it says it shaped them but then others, like me, the idea just makes me want to cry?” She admitted. It wasn’t like she was coddled or anything, but maybe it was the fact that her own mom was so hands off the idea of any other parenting style made her nervous. When she was told about the tattoo hire at the wedding, Phoebe’s face lit up. “You’re the one who had the wedding in October, the restaurant owner! I heard about it, it sounded like a good time, I had a couple of friends who went.” She quickly added, hoping she didn’t sound like a stalker or anything. She watched curiously at the tattoo tour, all of them seeming much cooler than her own. “I think it’s down to preference if you wanna count them as two separate ones,” She said of the crawfish, smiling at the name on her wrist. “Well, that seemed to work out for you. Um,” She removed her own jacket, tugging down her oversized sweater, turning slightly to show off the simply mirrorball tattoo. “I got this based on one of my favorite songs and”, she turned back round, rolling her left sleeve up, the line drawing eclipse Max had done for her sitting proudly on her forearm just below the crook of her elbow. “Got this one done earlier this year when I was unemployed and had nothing else to do. I don’t know if I’d get any others.” She smiled curiously. “Good viral or bad viral?”  

@emelinecormier

[emelinecormier]

"Not me, which should probably tell you something." Even though she and Tyler had fought, she wasn't the least bit concerned about them making it. That's how it usually went for them. Fight, make up, repeat. Out of everyone in the world, they were in it with each other for life, no matter what happened or who fucked up or what the other thought. "She'll get over herself by the time we fly to Vegas for her fight later this month, you don't have to worry about that. Not going to pawn her off entirely on you yet." Emmy offered the other woman a soft smile, her brows furrowing at the correction the other made. "Right, right, plus one. Nothing more. Of course." The shake of her head and uptick of the corners of her lips said a lot more than her words did and she couldn't help but wonder just what Lorelai and Derek meant to each other. "And what is it that you're already doing that's made you not interested in anything else?" The question left her eyebrow raised with curiosity. "That's true, but then I am definitely going to drink my weight in sex-themed drinks and probably stuff my pockets full of sex toys and bad decisions by the end of the night."

@lorelai-tseng

Lorelai let out a laugh and nodded at Emmy's comment. "Oh it's absolutely subjective, there's no doubt about it." She knew that was not everyone would find Tyler's behaviors sweet. Even Lorelai sometimes found herself more annoyed with the woman than endeared to her. Though her attention shifted towards what the other woman said next which was that they were on the outs again. "Truly who can keep up at this point?" She said in a feigned exhausted tone. It wasn't like it really meant much to her whether or not the pair were on speaking terms, but it seemed like they definitely had a relationship where more often than not they were disagreeing. At least that was the perspective Lorelai had of the situation. "What? No? I was making reference to how you tried implying at your wedding that we were pair when I brought him as my plus one." She clarified as she found herself confused as to how Emeline could have misconstrued what she was saying. "There is no need for Cupid because I have no interest in anything other than what I already am doing." She insisted, not having meant to expose herself and Derek's comfortable situation. Lorelai tried to make sure not to tense her shoulder and give off the air of defensiveness. "Oh I find that to be not shocking whatsoever. Perhaps, or perhaps you could wait for her to find you."

@emelinecormier

[emelinecormier]

Take the dog for a walk, she offered. It'll be fine, what could go wrong, she thought. Emmy decided that she likely needed to go sit in a dark corner and never offer or think anything ever again after she was finished being pulled around a few blocks of the quiet suburban neighborhood, bargaining with a dog who thought rolling over onto a pile of grey slush that used to be snow was the proper thing to do. Maybe they had more in common than she thought — it seemed like both of them belonged on busy streets and not in a quiet and proper neighborhood like Claret. Still, she thought the offer would make Verda happy and after still struggling with the amount of boxes she was willing to move in, she figured the other woman could use a little bit of effort from her end.

The walk hadn't even gone entirely awry minus the grey slush now coating the white portion of the dog's curls and her own hands and tips of her ears freezing, causing her cheeks to flush a deep rosy red as they made their way back inside. She heard the words as she unclipped Zeppelin's leash, letting him wander inside to greet Ver as she paused in the doorway, processing the question she'd immediately been asked upon her return. "What are you..." The returned question ceased immediately as her phone vibrated in her pocket and was followed by an echoing ding of her iPad that she now noticed near where Verda was standing.

Emmy didn't need to look at her phone to know who it was. Chuck. The man who'd been after her for weeks to take the leap into a second restaurant — a leap that would essentially require her to move to make sure it got off the ground successfully. She hung the dog leash on a hook near the entrance, entirely distracted by the the third degree she'd inadvertently walked into. "I'm not planning on moving it twice," She pointed out, moving farther into the house after discarding her jacket by the door.

"I'm not, I just... the offer is good. It's almost too good to pass up, but... I was planning on talking to you about it, before..." Before she found out on her own. Maybe Tyler was right in shunning technology, look at what good it's done. "It's kind of impossible to stop figuring things out when we didn't talk about a damn thing beforehand. I mean, we got married twice and still never thought to talk about names, places to live, if you want to have kids." There was an emphasis on the last one, a burning realization that she could have gotten herself into something way too deep the moment Foster had brought up the topic.

@verdadurmaz

location — verda's place, claret park

character — @emelinecormier

She wasn't the snooping type. While her trust wasn't wholly placed in her wife, it was something she hadn't questioned nearly as much since the wedding ring had been slipped onto her finger. It was why the first ding of Emmy's iPad hadn't even made her head turn and neither had second. By the fifth ding, the baker had shuffled into the living area where the chef's iPad sat, message illuminating on the screen. Chuck. She hated that man more than she could express, but more than that, she hated what she ghosted over. New location. Needing Emmy to move. Soon. As she'd read over the last text, she heard the front door open, leaving her heart to pound even harder. "Are you afraid of moving your stuff in because you don't know if you'll fit in, or because you don't feel like moving it twice?" She stood defeated, her pitch a mix of anger and sadness that didn't quite roll off the tongue smoothly. "Why did we even do this? I keep thinking it'll click into place. That one day it'll stop feeling like we're figuring things out, but I'm starting to wonder if I was wrong about that."