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Post by Dr. Nadine Richmond on Sept 12, 2016 16:19:09 GMT -5
"What am I doing here?" Nadine repeated incredulously. "What are you doing here? Merlin's Beard, this is no place for a girl your age! You are supposed to be in school!"
She took in the scene again, the group at the table, Ilsa clearly not dressed in her school uniform, reeking of cigarette smoke and alcohol. She noticed how the man whose lap Ilsa had been sitting on was watching with concerned interest, while everyone else was engaged in deliberate conversation.
"Never mind. We can answer these questions later. I'm taking you back to school right now."
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Sept 20, 2016 0:03:08 GMT -5
Ilsa hesitated, and it might have only been Lexi's presence that made her do so.
Her first inclination was to argue and stubbornly decide that no, she was staying, and there wasn't a thing her mother could do to stop her short of the Imperius Curse, which was illegal.
But on second thought, it felt somewhat childish to do this, and of all the things that could run through her mind, she thought of Lexi and how she always tried to be like her and impress her and above all, not be a child in her eyes.
Arguing was a viable option, but it would cause such a scene, and Ilsa couldn't do that- not worse than had already been created. She didn't really intend to go back to school, but if she could get her mother outside, at least, they could talk and not do this in the middle of the Hog's Head.
Maybe, if she was lucky enough, her mother hadn't noticed Ramon, either.
"Okay. Let me just grab my bag." It might have been a red flag since Ilsa never submitted to anything so easily, but she took a step back, making sure her mother wouldn't either follow or reach out to stop her, and turned to take the few steps back to the table. For the most part, she didn't make eye contact with anyone, and they were all careful not to engage her, as well. She leaned towards Ramon, grabbing her bag from the spot in the booth she'd been in just moments before, and finally looked at him.
It was pointed, but also apologetic. She hated the fact that her mother was treating her like a child, especially in front of them, but now was not the time to point this out. "As soon as you want to get that record deal, and we can tour the world, I'm ready," she said, her voice low, the half smirk on her face suggesting that it wasn't as much of a joke as she might have intended. "I'll owl you later."
Coming back to her mother, she gestured to the door. "Let's go."
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Post by Ramon Salvatore on Sept 20, 2016 21:49:28 GMT -5
Ramon watched the exchange between Ilsa and her mother quietly. He had even put out his cigarette and tried to look a little more respectable, just in case Ilsa wanted him to step in and say something. But he also knew this was her fight, and he needed to let her handle it however she saw fit. He would not be another person imposing what he “thought was best” on Ilsa. If she wanted him to slay dragons for her, he would, but if she would prefer to fight them herself, he would simply stand back and let her do it, knowing that he would back her up.
Probably the last thing he thought she would do was go quietly. But he understood it. She didn’t want to make a scene here. He couldn’t blame her for that. But he ached for her, knowing how humiliated and frustrated she must feel.
When Ilsa came back to get her bag, he lightly touched her hand, just to let her know that he was there for her if she needed him. He smiled slightly as he added, “Later, babe.”
It was all he needed to say, and she would know there was more to his simple words.
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Post by Dr. Nadine Richmond on Sept 20, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -5
Nadine did not expect Ilsa to go quietly, either. She had braced herself for a fight and was honestly shocked when she didn’t get one. She was glad for it, because she wasn’t looking forward to making a public scene, especially since her patient was probably still nearby. She would get back to him later, after she had dealt with Ilsa.
Outside of the filthy bar, Nadine stopped and turned to look at her daughter. She was rapidly beginning to realize that she did not really know Ilsa at all. Lorelei had been easy, but everything was more difficult with Ilsa.
“Those people… you knew them, didn’t you? They’re your friends?”
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Sept 20, 2016 22:58:54 GMT -5
When her mother stopped, Ilsa could only shove her hands deep into her pockets and keep walking. She knew the fight was coming. It would be her own fault, too, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to keep her cool for very long. She was intensely humiliated, and she didn't handle that feeling well. On top of that, the pushing from her mother, which was already starting, was going to cause her to snap.
Glancing both ways, she crossed the street, fulling expecting Nadine to follow. "Of course they're my friends," she replied, tone low but filled with incredulity, because it seemed like a ridiculous question to ask her. Did her mother think she just walked into random bars and sat down with the first group who looked friendly? She didn't press the point though, because yeah, that's probably exactly what Nadine thought of her.
"Look, if you want to just skip ahead to the part where I'm grounded until I move out, we could both probably get where we need to be a lot faster."
It was all temporary, anyway. As soon as she graduated, and got some kind of a job, she was moving out and she was going to move in with Ramon. She wouldn't free load. She'd help with rent and food or whatever. Maybe she'd even make enough that he could focus entirely on his music, not worry if he came up short one month. Not that he was the type to stress about that, but Ilsa was, to a degree, thanks to parents who were the type to be concerned about things like that. Honestly, if they got kicked out of his flat and had to live under the stars for a couple of weeks, they would make it.
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Post by Dr. Nadine Richmond on Oct 9, 2016 18:37:38 GMT -5
Nadine was taken aback by Ilsa’s words. She hadn’t mentioned anything about grounding her; rather, her greatest concern was making sure that she got her daughter back to school where she belonged. Did Ilsa really see her as such a strict parent that she would go straight to grounding her without at least discussing it first?
“I don’t want to ground you,” she said gently. “I just want to understand why you would leave school without telling anyone where you were. What if something happened to you, and I didn’t know where you were? What if we needed to contact you? From the looks of things, you’ve been sneaking out quite a lot and I never knew about it… anything could have happened. I just want you to be safe. I won’t even comment about the people you were hanging out with… I don’t know them and it would be unfair of me to pass judgment without meeting them. But it upsets me that you would spend time away from the school with people I’ve never met and that you never told me about any of them. That boy… the one with the guitar. Is he your boyfriend?”
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 15, 2016 22:03:50 GMT -5
Ilsa frowned. Her mother was using psychology words- calmly expressing her feelings and making sure Ilsa couldn't misunderstand her or twist her words. Not only was it probably habit for Nadine, but it was a healthy way to communicate. Naturally, it drove Ilsa insane, but she didn't react.
"They would have made sure I was taken care of if something had happened." No, they wouldn't know how to get a hold of Nadine or her dad, but they would have made sure she was safe, or taken her to the hospital, and the hospital would have found Nadine right away. In fact, she would argue that she was safer with them than at the school if something had happened.
She glanced back at the window of the bar, not really able to see inside, but knowing the group was still there. "Yeah..." she said at length, unable to find a good enough reason to lie to her mother about 'the boy with the guitar.' "His name is Ramon."
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