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mocha #5 + butterscotch + sprinkles

Author: hi_falootin
Prompt: mocha 5. since you asked
Topping: Butterscotch, Rainbow Sprinkles (parent generation, Christine)
Word Count: 905
Rating: PG13
Notes: Christine is the aunt from susannah, don't you cry. Jake and Melody are Dee and Jason's parents. This story takes place before either of my MCs was born. Unedited.

When Christine walks into the kitchen, Jake is funneling Tanqueray into a flask and his hippy girlfriend is rolling a joint on the kitchen table.

When Christine walks into the kitchen, Jake is funneling Tanqueray into a flask and his hippy girlfriend is rolling a joint on the kitchen table.

"Mom and Dad are going to kill you," says Christine, elbowing her way past her brother to get a drink of water.

"Aw, c'mon, Chrissy." Jake laughs. "They're both at that school fundraiser until eight or nine. And Mel and I'll be gone by then."

Christine takes a dainty sip from her water glass. "Where are you going?"

Melody looks up from her rolling and she and Jake share a meaningful look.

"Well, since you asked..." Jake says, "We're meeting some people, and we're going out to Ol' Dry Bones."

"Oh..." Christine crosses her arms. "Well, that's kids stuff, isn't it?"

"Not after dark," says Melody. She smiles at Christine and Christine feels immediately self conscious. Melody's Jake's age, only four years older than her, but four years seems greater when you're both girls, like somewhere between you, there's the difference between girl and woman and whenever Christine talks to Melody she feels like a little kid again.

"Oh," Christine says again.

"Do you want to come?" Melody asks.

"Mel!" Jake laughs, sounding funny. Nervous? Christine wonders. "Come on, Chrissy doesn't do stuff like that. 'Sides, she's too young."

"I am not," Christine counters. Melody shrugs.

When no one says anything, Christine says, "I'll go. I want to go."

Jake throws up his hands. "Well, now look what you've done."

Melody just chuckles. "You just don't want your kid sister tagging along."

"What's wrong with that?" Jake asks, at the same time Christine says, "I'm not a kid."

"Fine," Jake says finally, "But you better go put your face on now, because we are going to leave before Mom and Dad get home."

"Fuck you," says Christine, but she turns and heads for the bathroom anyway.

* * *

It was stupid of him to tease her about it; honestly, just because Melody didn't wear make-up, why did he have to give her a hard time about wanting to look presentable before she went out?

Since she turned fourteen and her parents gave her the okay, Christine had been spending all her allowance money on products from the Avon lady. She loved the glamor of false eyelashes, blush, lipstick. Mom was always sending her back to the bathroom to blot off some lipstick or pare down her eye shadow.

"You look like a Vegas showgirl," she'd say. And Christine would be secretly pleased. She'd love to be a Vegas showgirl. She wasn't tall enough to be a model, so that would be the next best thing. It would get her out of Painted Valley. Maybe she could meet celebrities, some men with money and ambition.

"Yeah," she says to herself as she swipes on some mascara, then carefully outlines her lips.

She almost screws up the lines when Jake pounds on the door to ask if she's ready, this century, please?

"Just a second! Jesus!" she says.

"You're so impatient!" she says.

She thinks she can hear Melody laughing through the door.

* * *

Melody lights one her joints while they're walking through the desert and offers Christine a puff.

"No thanks," Christine says, in what she hopes is a polite tone of voice. She digs a beaten pack of Virginia Slims out of her purse instead. "Could I have a light though?"

"Where'd you get those?" Jake demands, as Melody hands over the lighter.

"None of your beeswax," says Christine. Pot is hippy stuff, but cigarettes are so glamorous, especially Virginia Slims which are in all the fashion magazines. Christine wraps her lipsticked mouth around her cigarette but doesn't inhale too deeply.

The desert weeds crunch under their feet and as the town disappears behind them, the sky seems to open up to thousands and thousands of stars. The moon isn't quite full, but it is bright, a lopsided circle in the purple sky. They brought flashlights of course, but no one turns theirs on.

"When's the last time you were out here, Chris?" Jake asks, and Christine wonders if he'd remembering the first time he brought her out here, when she was only seven.

"I don't know." Christine blows smoke up into the night sky. "When I was a kid."

"You're still a kid," says Jake.

"Shut up!"

"There!" Melody says suddenly. She raises bare arm to point to the top of a gently sloping dune. There's a spire of smoke rising from somewhere behind it.

"Someone built a fire?" Christine asks.

"Always do."

Melody breaks into a jog and Jake follows her. Christine doesn't feel like running, but she's curious now, so she half skips, half shuffles to keep up. Once they're over the dune they can see it: a fire burning alongside Ol' Dry Bones's flank. It's so light out tonight it's easy to make out nine or ten people gathered around, one with a guitar and a couple dancing to his haphazard song, a lot of people talking and drinking, laughing loudly enough that it's carried across the desert.

Jake and Melody rush up to greet some friends, but Christine hangs back, her second cigarette little more than a butt.

There's nothing glamorous about the group in front of her her; in fact, it seems rather animalistic, all these silhouettes moving and dancing before the backdrop of some ancient giant's skeleton, but Christine loves it, she can't tear her eyes away.


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 12th, 2008 09:05 pm (UTC)
I love the very 14-year-old way she manages to justify everything. well done :)
Oct. 13th, 2008 07:52 am (UTC)
hee! thank you :D
Oct. 12th, 2008 09:30 pm (UTC)
Man, so glad I wasn't that type of 14-year-old. Great job!
Oct. 13th, 2008 07:53 am (UTC)
me too! I think she's sort of Dee's polar opposite XD thanks!
Oct. 12th, 2008 09:41 pm (UTC)
I love the relationship between Jake and Christine, it's so realistic -- with him both being protective of her and not wanting her to come with them.

i'm interested to see what happens once she makes her way up there, though.
Oct. 13th, 2008 07:53 am (UTC)
ah, thank you! I'm glad you thought it was realistic :)
Oct. 12th, 2008 11:11 pm (UTC)
Very interesting characters and storyline. I like the swinging sixties feel to it, though I don't know if thats when its set. I get the feeling I know the type of party Christine's ended up at.
Oct. 13th, 2008 07:54 am (UTC)
thank you! I think it's set in the 70s though I didn't think too hard about it...glad it didn't seem too modern either way :)
Jan. 5th, 2009 01:44 pm (UTC)
I live with one of those make-up and fashion-obsessed teenagers and you described them pretty well. And joints are way cooler than cigarettes:P
Jan. 5th, 2009 09:08 pm (UTC)
you live with one? :O I was kind of the opposite as a teen, but Christine is fun to write about...

and re: joints, IAWTC ;)
Jan. 5th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
I am pretty much the opposite and can identify with Melody a lot better but my sister is a lot like Christine. She smokes the cigarettes, I stick with the joints ;)
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