2020-02-12 - Accidental Confessions and New Beginnings

(TXT to Alison) Tara : Hi ali its tara

(TXT to Tara) Alison : Oh hi! What's up?

(TXT to Alison) Tara : nt mch just wntd 2 say thx 4 gvng me the hed up on thr grizz i strt 2mrw

(TXT to Tara) Alison : Oh awesome! Gina wasn't in the last time I worked, I'm out sick right now for a few days

(TXT to Tara) Alison : My ears kinda aren't.. working right

(TXT to Alison) Tara : r u ok? wnt sum cmpny?

(TXT to Tara) Alison : ..I would but I literally can't hear anything right now

(TXT to Tara) Alison : It's a huge pain in the ass

(TXT to Alison) Tara : myb i cn hlp

(TXT to Alison) Tara : txt me ur addrs

(TXT to Tara) Alison : ???? You got some buddhist trick or something? Hahaha. It's space 22 at the trailer park, (address)

(TXT to Alison) Tara : smthg lk tht i wll b thr son

(TXT to Alison) Tara : soon sry

(TXT to Tara) Alison : Okay, cool! I'll find some pants

(TXT to Alison) Tara : u said 22?

(TXT to Tara) Alison : Yeah, there's a red crossover SUV thingum out front

There's a soft knock at the trailer door shortly after Alison's reply.

There's no response at the door. There's a slight cacophony of sounds coming from outside - music and something else, probably. The TV? Regardless, Alison's sitting on her couch in the living room part of the trailer, fiddling around on her phone. The sound of the knocking doesn't seem to have alerted her.

"Oh right, she's deaf." Tara rolls her eyes at her own silliness and tests the handle to see if it's unlocked. As long as it is, she pulls it open and steps inside out of the cold, quickly closing it behind her to keep the warm air from escaping. Rather than speaking, she waves and goes about taking off some of her layers. Mostly just her jacket and shoes though, she isn't wearing overly much as far as extra. She does have a few healing scraps on her face, however. There's also a line of stitches beneath her left eye.

Coveralls over a rainbow colored sweater with thumb holes.

Moving over towards the couch pointing at the cushion next to Alison with a raised brow once she's caught the womans attention.

The redhead might not be able to hear, but the vibrations sent along the floor are a pretty big giveaway that there's someone, or at least something there. She looks up, and then flinches slightly as she sees Tara suddenly coming inside. "Oh, Jesus, I guess I forgot to lock that." Her normally fairly soft voice is louder, in that same sort of unsure manner of someone who can't hear their own voice for some reason.

She smiles at the woman as she approaches and then gestures, presumably to sit on the couch as well, nodding in response -- but then she frowns. "What happened with the..?" She points a finger at her own eye, mirroring where the stitches are on the other woman's face.

Tara grins as she sits down and shakes her head, "Sorry, I did not mean to startle you." She speaks clearly, not over exagerating words, but making sure to say them completely when facing Alison. As always she's sunny, despite the haggard appearance. Like she's not really slept much recently, but still manages to find a grin somewhere. "oh. This is nothing. Just a bad dream." Two fingers touch the healing wound beneath her eye, shaking her head.

Those same fingers motion out towards Alison, then at her own ears. "What happened?"

Alison turns to face Tara as she sits down, but doesn't quite get most of what she artist is saying. It's not like she's had to read lips before. Some of them are easy - sorry's straightforward enough in context. But otherwise, it's mostly a wash up until the gesture towards ears. "Some kind of weird.. vivid dream, thing. There were tarot cards, and.. someone tried to help but I think he misfired." Her shoulders lift and fall in a shrug, her face falling slightly with her brows furrowed in a look suggesting confusion. "I can't understand you. Can we use the phone?"

Tara nods, grinning slightly at Alison mentioning the tarot cards. Rather than try to say anything, though, she points at the redhead and points at her cheek... then points down at her phone which she pulled out of the pocket of her overalls. It takes a little bit, obviously. Analog texting is a pain, but eventually, "ih hd the sme drm i thnk bt u wrnt thr"

Alison flashes a small little smile back at Tara when she goes for her phone. Hers had been set down on the arm of the couch, and she's a little faster with the newer non-flippy phone. It's brand new, in fact, though not a particularly fancy one. Via text message: "Ohh, shit. Was there a redhead there? Err, I guess she's blonde right now.. cute jaw, intense eyes? Name's Sparrow. She mentioned something about a hedge maze.."

Tara looks down at the response and then up at Alison with a bemused grin, nodding in the affirmative. Her thumbs move over the little pad, obviously taking a little longer than the new fangled gadgetry! Via text: "im nt def u cn tlk 2 me j/k" Grining up at Ali, then down at her phone, text: "she semd upst @ th end is sh ok?"

Alison shrugs back at Tara, then replies back via her phone. "Yeah but it feels weird like I don't know how I sound? It's awkward." The subsequent message about Sparrow makes her sigh, then reply again: "Maybe. I don't know her super well but I texted with her a bit earlier today.. we chatted a bit but she seems worried about something? idk"

Tara doesn't spend the entire time looking at her phone, but waits for it vibrate in her hands to look away from Alison. Nodding understanding, her thumbs dance over the pad, Text: "tht is 2 bd she dfntly need 2 tlk 2 som1" A glance up while that messgae is sending, Text: "ok i cm 2 do budhts helng d u mnd if i tch ur tmpls?"

Alison bites her thumb slightly, looking back at Tara. "Yeah. I've got a bit of a crush on her so I'm not sure if I'm the best person for that but I think half the town does too." And then the second one arrives. "Sure lemmie grab something first though"

With a grin on her face, the redhead puts her phone down as she stands up, heading over to her fridge. She swings the door open, pulls out a frosty bottle of vodka, then closes it on her way back to the couch. Opening the lid on the bottle, tossing it aside on the floor somewhere, anywhere, really, she holds it out towards Tara in offer first, then taking a swig of it for herself.

Tara reads the reply and up nods understanding with a little hint of a frown. Text: "sry i dnt no" .

Then the redhead is bounding off towards the fridge and that was kind of sudden and random. She doesn't say anything because she wouldnt' hear her anyways, but she does watch as Alison returns back to the couch baring vodka. When it's offered, both hands come up and she Tara shakes her head. A hand pats at her stomach, with a half grin.

Her phone comes back around. Text: "do u wnt it fxd?"

A shrug, then Ali sets the bottle down. The redhead's eyebrow raises slightly at the pat to the stomach. It's not like she needs a reason for it to be declined, but she wasn't quite expecting the one she thought she just got. Picking her phone up as it buzzes once more, she replies via text: "Yes please. Touch uh wherever you need to I guess?"

It is entirely possible that the reason was a misunderstanding, but Tara does not realize that just now. Alison has given her permission and so both of the artists hands come up to brush the tips of her index fingers in small circles around curve of Alison's temples. They trace backwards along her hairline until pushing lightly in upon the redhead's ears and the blondes eyes close then, drawing spiritual energy around her and channling it into Ali's damaged ears.

The redhead shivers a little at the touch itself, but that's before the healing energy is sent her way. There's always that little tingle of anticipation before someone touches you for the first time, regardless of their intentions, but she doesn't linger in that moment for long. With what sounds like a rush of air to her, all the damaged tiny hairs inside her inner ear are healed, bringing Alison's hearing back.

The sudden influx of sound between the TV and the music playing from her phone causes her to wince, scrambling suddenly for her phone to mash the pause button. "Wow. Okay. That worked. Thank you." She lifts her hand to her right ear, rubbing it slightly, then looking over to Tara as she takes it away. "You know, the last time someone did something like that to me, they told me it was wiccan magic?" A soft laugh, and then she leans over to hug Tara. "Thank you." It's more sincere this time, spoken into the woman's shoulder.

"Nah, not wiccan magic." Tara says with a mischivous grin, "Your chi was all out of balance, is all." She is very clearly teasing and waving away thinks, "It's the least I could do, really. You didn't deserve to lose your hearing and it wasn't part of the natural order of events... it was taken from you by Them..." She is always an odd woman. "Besides, you helped me get a job and I appreciate that."

Alison pulls back from the hug, relaxing against the couch again, grinning back at Tara. "I didn't really do much other than mention the name of the place when you asked. Didn't get a chance to talk to Gina before I got pulled away. I had a couple plates in my hand when I woke up in the room with the tarot cards."

She raises her hand to rub her left ear briefly as well. "I saw you do something, a kind of quick little surge of light.. don't know anything about chi, but it might be somewhere in the middle." The redhead reaches over to screw the lid back onto the bottle of vodka, then letting it sit on the floor where she'd put it down. "So what does she have you doing, waiting tables I guess? Unless you have secret cooking skills that you didn't mention at the pizza place."

"I was..." Tara glances down, hands folded together on her lap trying to remember where she was, "Oh! I was in the park... it was surreal." ANd happened a few times since. She worried that it got easier to be pulled away each time.
Though as Alison moves on, so too does Tara. "Maybe." She smiles coyly and shrugs, not expanding or explaining really, but then again, neither is she denying. "Probably waiting tables, really.. Not sure what else I might do anyways."

"The first time that it happened to me, I was asleep.. got in my car and went to work to pick up my check. Came back out of the back room and the bears were alive, one took a swing at my shoulder, minute later I woke up back here bleeding all over my bed." She shakes her head, closing her eyes. "Keep hearing other people talking about similar kind of things, like dreams but.. worse?" Alison shrugs.

"Waiting tables works good enough for me, been at it a few years even if I screw up and drop something once in a while. I've got a little trick to it, though." And with that, she grins, but doesn't elaborate further either. "What were you doing in your past life before you started travelling?"

Tara listens, but she doesn't have a wealth of experiences with dreams that aren't dreams. "I spoke with quite a few ghosts on my trip here." She offers instead, "It always seemed like they were waiting for me to show up, really, so I'm entirely unsure whether I was seeing them or if they were seeing me." Her hands lay in her thighs and she scoots back a little. Finally placing her phone back in the pocket of her coveralls. "Before?" She shrugs and looks down at her knees, "A worked as a corperate investiment consultant for international trade deals at my fathers company." She's still smiling, but it's noticably softer. "Cut throat, vicious business woman wearing prada, who was too busy in her day to realize time was passing, much less that people existed."

Blinkyblink. "Ghosts? Huh. Is that something that happens for you much? Like.. have you talked to a shrink or someone about that?" Alison suddenly looks a little uncomfortable at the revelation, finding her shoulder itchy all of a sudden as she scratches it through her shirt. Maybe more than a little? But she hasn't moved to get up or anything of the sort.

"..wow. that's.. very different from how I see you now. What do you do now, aside from working at the Grizzly? Gina pays pretty well, but definitely not investment banker kind of cash. Shit, what I'd do with that kind of money."

Tara begins answering by noding, but her response follows shortly after, "No, I've never seen a shrink about it because I don't need one... I'm not insane, Alison." She looks at the other woman fidgeting about scratching her arm with a bemused grin, "You're completely fine with me using Buddhist magic to heal your hearing, but I say I speak to ghost and you find it uncomfortable?" She titls her head a little, "I have /you/ seen a shrink?"

Clearly teasing. Maybe.

"Well it wasn't my money, it was other peoples... but.." She shrugs a little and looks down at her hands, "Now I paint and I help people." Looking up with a smile, "I think Hera is going to feature some of my art, but I really think she'll be disappointed since I'm or of a transiant artist.."

"..I mean, I had a suspicion you could do something, I just didn't think that it was healing? Like.. you shine, to me, you know? Not as bright as some, but you're definitely up there. I don't understand much of it yet there's something to that, I bet. Everyone I've run into around town has something a little different.. I guess you can heal people and talk to ghosts, maybe." More scratching of her arm, but the worried look on her face softens somewhat.

"Yeah, I did for a while. Was in a shitty relationship with a guy back in Seattle, kind of fucked up my sense of self. I helped, I think. But I think that's kinda different. If it's your.. shiny thing, though, then that's gotta be totally different. Right?" She shrugs, turning a little more to look at Tara, sitting sideways on the couch crosslegged after pulling her legs up. "Other people's, sure, but wasn't that all rich bastards' money, though? Regular people don't have investments.. right?" Another shrug. "I don't think I know Hera."

"You'd be surprised how much money ''regular people'' invest." Tara's expression, usually so bright and cheerful, is growing a little distant. "But I worked largely with fat cat corperations buying investiment options in each others company hoping for takeover options." She's sitting facing the television, head bowed forward a little, and with her hands rubbing together between her knees. "Millions of dollars a week.. A lot of millions."

Alison leans sideways, her body resting against the back of the couch, her head resting on the cushiony top. "Yeah, huh. Well, if that kinda life's not for you, then it's not for you. Painting, helping people out, waiting tables now and again sounds more interesting to me, anyways, even if it leaves you flat broke in a trailer park." She grins widely as she says that. "So how far along are you?"

Tara glances up from her hands wringing together and turns a little to face Alison with a bit of her smile returning, "It definitely was not for me. I thought it was, but we all change." She muses aloud, rubbing at her jaw a little as she too leans back the couch to rub her hands against her thighs. "Far along? WHat do you mean?"

Alison nods back at Tara. "Yeah. Well, as long as you're happier than you were then, it's all good, I think." She shrugs a little, not really moving from her lounging position. "You know, with.." The redhead pats her own tummy a little. "When I offered the vodka? Unless I totally got the wrong meaning from that. You're looking for your fiance and all, so.." Another shrug, a slight blush on her cheeks to go with it.

"Oh..." Tara blinks a few times as if she's still not sure what Alison means, but then lightning strikes and her eyes go wide, "Oh! No, no no..." Her hand goes to her tummy with a sharp laugh, shaking her head, "I just meant that I don't drink because it upsets my stomach, Thomas and I had been seperated for... several months before he disappeared." Still laughing quietly at the idea, she doesn't look embarassed, so much as, very amused.

A smirk at Tara's sudden alarm, and then laughter as well as the denial comes out. "Oh. Well! Sorry. My bad. I mean, you sure don't look pregnant. That's the whole kinda thing I was trying to avoid with my ears giving out on me, y'see? Just going to the doctor and writing everything out wasn't really the best time."

Tara is sitll laughing a little, but she's calmed enough to bring her arm up to wipe at the side of her face with her shoulder, grinning over the short distance between them amusedly, "You were trying to avoid getting pregnant? I didn't realize you were seeing someone..." Pursing her lips a little, head cranning out to one side to peer down the hallway.

Alison snorts. "I'm not. At least, it'd be stupid to try and do with my IUD in there. I hardly know what I'm doing with my own damn life, never mind bringing another person into the world." Her eyes follow Tara's peering down her hallway, then go back to the woman. "Not seeing anyone, either. Relationships and I don't really get along."

"I.. yeah, I don't know." Tara rubs her neck for a second, then lets her arm dangle from where she's gripping her own shoulder, "oh! No, I wasn't..." Blinking and looking a little embarassed, "I was curious, sure, but mostly I don't want to intrude.. It's rather late and anyways." She clears her throat a little and glances at the silenced television, "Did I already thank you for the encouragement to speak with Gina?"

"Eh, I'm an open book about just about everything. No intrudin' happening." The redhead's shoulders (or at least one of them) rises and falls in a shrug. "..I didn't think you were asking anything by that, though? Always been shitty with reading people unless I really focus hard."

"More or less. I was supposed to ask, I think, but then life got in the way. You got the job which is the important part. It'll be cool to work with you. Most of the other girls there are alright, but a lot of them just kinda.. don't give a shit about people, you know? It's kind of a thing with the Grizzly."

"Yeah that's what Gina told me.." Tara settles back on the couch, "Rather, she said that if I were shitty to customers it was okay, so long as I wasn't shitty to food.. which I guess makes sense." She muses curiously, but shrugs regardless. Grinning over at Alison, "I asked if you were there, though. It'll be cool to work with you, having someone I know there will make it easier."

As for intruding and open books. "Me too, mostly. I just mean that I didn't want to intrude on your home if you had someone here.. like a boyfriend, I mean." Patting her hands on her thighs lightly, "But really I should probably go anyways. I just wanted to come help you with your hearing, not take up a bunch of your time on your day off."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the rule, besides the obvious crap. Don't mess with the food. Customers, sure, but not the food. I usually take night shifts, but I'll work whenever, really. It's a pretty chill place." Alison grins back at Tara.

No response to the bit about having a boyfriend, but, "Alright. Yeah, I really appreciate the help, you know?" The redhead leans over and grabs Tara's hand, giving it a squeeze of thanks. "It's not like I was up to anything anyways besides screwing around on my phone." Letting go, she adds, "Plus you're fun to talk to. Don't hesitate to hit me up if you wanna hang out or something, yeah?"

"That's probably when I'll work too. I don't sleep much anyways, so I'd definitely be up." Tara nods a few times, kind of bobbing her head slightly. "Maybe you can train me or something? Are you allowed to do that?"

Her smile doesn't falter at all, squeezing Alison's hand in return, "I.. well I don't have anywhere to be until tomorrow.. If you're sure I'm not in the way or anything?" Glancing over with a bouncing shoulder shrug. "I was just going to go do a chalk portrait in front of Thewlis' theater. So I could hang out.. if you wanted."

Alison snickers. "Yeah, of course. I mean, it's not like an Applebee's or something with a big corporate training program or any of that crap. Not sure if I'd be the best person to train you, though, I can be clumsy as hell. And my best trick isn't really something that I can train people on, far as I know."

"Nah, you're not in the way at all. I'm cool to hang out there if you'd rather do that, or we could stay here and smoke a joint if you're into that kinda thing." She shrugs, disentangling herself from her cross legged position into one that's a little more ordinary, feet on the floor.

"You have a trick?" Tara asks conspiratorially leaning a little to try and appear more natural and comfortable with one arm laid across the back of the cushions and her knee up in the seat beside her.

"Oh... yeah that would be cool. I smoke a little reefer every now and again. Not like all the time or anything, but I have a joint I've been smoking for a couple days back at my RV." Couple hits a day can really drag it out! "I was kind of surprised, Gina said we could sell drugs on the property so long as we weren't on duty... do a lot of people do that?"

"Yeah. It's.. I think kind of similar to your healing thing. I don't think it has anything to do with Buddha, though. Comes in handy most often when someone's pissed off at me." She shrugs.

"A couple DAYS?" The redhead laughs, sinking back against the couch. "Wow, okay." She digs into her pocket and pulls out a foil packet, fishing a joint out of it before tossing it on the nearby coffee table. "I mean, if you're just taking one puff to get the ol' artistic juices going, I guess that makes sense. I don't want to say it that I do it ALL the time, but now and again's fun." Alison leans towards the table, peering around, joint in one hand. "Where the fuck is the lighter, ugh."

The redhead turns back towards Tara and squints a little. "Did you ask her that, or did she mention it? You waited until after she hired you, I hope. Usually the less she knows the better.. not as far as I know with weed being legal and all in the state. That's usually about as far as I tread. On occasion with another friend that lives around here? But dealing's not my thing. I don't need the cops on my ass."

"Oh, yeah totally, I get what you mean, I think." Tara bobs her head again, watching Alison go through the process of getting a joint out of the foil packet. "Yeah, mostly I just take a hit every once and again if I need to relax or if I'm bored.." She shrugs and glances over to the tv.

"I never did a lot of drugs when I was younger. I was always really busy and didn't have time for that shit.. I guess I still don't." Laughing quietly, but then blinking suddenly at Alison's question. "Huh? No, I don't... no! She brought it up, I thought it was an awful curious thing to mention in a job interview, but the place is kind of strange and she's even stranger.. She said people did and that it was okay, so long as they weren't on the cloak or whatever." Another shrug, looking over at Ali.

"Do I look like I sell drugs?!"

"Makes sense. Not everyone smokes just to get high. I do, but it's not like I do every day. And no, you don't look like you sell drugs. Gina might've just been going over the ground rules? I think they've been different every time I've heard them." She shrugs. "Oh." And then fishes a lighter out of her other pocket. She sticks the joint between her lips and sparks the lighter, setting the tip of it ablaze for just a moment before allowing it to rest at a slow glow. She takes a hit, holds onto it for a few seconds, then blows out through her mouth away from Tara, then offers the joint towards the woman. "Maybe the paint made her think so."

Tara shrugs, "No idea, just seemed a weird and random factoid, but it was a generally odd interview anyways with those damn bears talking the whole time." She sits for a second considering that, staring at the couch cushion, then glances up in time to accept the joint. Her hit is not nearly as big as Ali's, nor held as long, and she's passing it back with the smoke rolling out of her nostrils. "I guess it could be the paint. It didn't bother me, I'm just curious if she asks everyone."

Alison smirks. "Maybe next time you talk to them, you can ask the one that people use as a coat rack by the door why he took a swipe at me. That shit hurt." She takes the joint back, holding onto it rather than going for another hit so soon. "Can't remember if she asked me or not, really. I wouldn't worry about it too much."

The redhead's gaze shifts around the trailer as she sits there, relaxing. Eventually, she'll find something interesting in the floor to stare at as she scratches her shoulder through her shirt, joint left to dangle between fingers in her other hand. "So, uh, what's the plan for when you find your fiance? Or ex-fiance, I guess?" She lifts the joint back to her lips, taking another hit before she gets an answer.

"I'll ask, but he was the least chatty. He just growled a bunch." Tara says as if this isn't up for debate at all! She grins the whole time, though, "I'm not worried about it. Gina I mean... or the Bears really, but I was talking about the bears."

The blonde grins a little wider and hits the joint again, then holds it out to Alison. "I don't know." Holding the hit until the joint is taken, then blows out the smoke. "I suppose it doesn't matter since I wont find him. He's gone." Also a matter of fact with no room for debate. "I hope I do, just so I don't feel responsible for him being taken, but..." Her expression sinks a little. Not quite enough for her to stop smiling, but.. "Likely, though, if I /do/ find him, which I wont, probably nothing. He was leaving me anyways."

"Figures. Can't really blame him though, made to hold people's coats and crap all the time. I'd probably be pretty cranky after a few years of that." Sure, we can go along with that. Whatever. Bears have ghosts or whatever's going on there too, right?

"Then what's the point of looking for him in the first place? Are you looking to get back with him if you can, or is that.. kinda kinda done with for good, you think?" She reaches forward to an ashtray on the coffee table, stubbing the end of the joint into it after taking a third hit, then leaning back against the couch heavily. Ali takes another breath as if to say something else, but then doesn't, opting to wait for a reply instead.

This is the reason Tara doesn't smoke a lot of pot.. or proof that she doesn't. She's not ''blitzed'' or anything, but she's very clearly stoned with her head hanging heavily backwards until it's pushing into the cushioned seat. She's basically always smiling, but this expression is more cheesy and her eyes are narrowed to slits, "Because... like... it's my fault. If I just let him disappear and don't at least try to find him then I'm a horrible person. Even if we're not together, I feel like I owe him that. Since I did the thing that made him go away." Her lips smack against one another, "Mouth is dry.." Peering, sort of peering anyways, at Alison. "What? You were going to say something, you looked like you were going to say something."

Alison watches Tara as she relaxes back against the couch. Okay, maybe she is a lightweight. Alison'd inhaled enough to feel it, but not so much as to approach couchlock as the artist beside her seems to be, or damn near close to it. "..what do you mean, just let him disappear? If you were already broken up, him taking off doesn't sound like your fault."

The question makes her blush slightly, pale freckled cheeks reddening. "Don't worry about it. It was a dumb question that can wait for another time." She looks around the room for something else to focus on rather than elaborate a little further in that direction. Oh. "I'll get you some water. Be right back." She moves to get up and head over into the kitchen.

Tara laughs quietly, head lulled back looking over at Alison on the couch, "I don't know, I guess I might just be being extra dramatic... It just feels like a big coincidence, everything that's happened and how it did and..." She frowns a little and shrugs, closing her eyes until the thought passes.

When they open again she's got a small grin on her face, "A glass of water would be amazing.. So..." Watching the redhead, "What happened with your boyfriend? The one you mentioned before, I mean."

The redhead grabs a glass out of a cupboard and starts filling it from the sink. Her lower lip goes underneath her upper teeth, chewing slightly, before replying, still staring at the sink. "..you didn't, like, hurt someone or something like that, did you?" The sink turns off and she heads back over to the couch, sitting back down and holding out the filled glass of cold water.

"That's.. kind of a long story. Basically, I was a dumbass teenager who got with a way older dude, let him emotionally blackmail me into doing a bunch of sex shit that I didn't want to. I had it bad for him and.." Alison shrugs instead of elaborating further. But then does anyways. "Didn't have the nerve to break it off until he started slapping me around. I've been trying to stay away from relationships with people since then, except my stupid queer heart likes to develop crushes on people anyways." Another shrug, though the expression on her face betrays the metaphorical storm cloud brewing over her head.

"No, I didn't hurt anyone." Tara says with a little frown, head tilting slightly to one side, "What kind of people are you even hanging out with, jeez." Said with clear jest in her tone. "Heh... no I helped someone who needed it and there were grave consequences for it. They took Thomas." Her lip presses into a fine line.. hands laid down in her lap, but her eyes they're squinty and blood shot and her grin returns making her look kind of goofy.

When the water arrives she guzzles it hungrily, then holds it against her chest in both hands. Listening to the redhead recount her story with a growing sad expression on her face.. "That's horrible, Alison... I... I'm so very sorry you had to go through that."

Alison shrugs! "Met him at a fetish club, but I was a dumbass teenager, like I said." She wiggles back against the couch, trying to get comfortable again. "They? Like, the cops or something?"

"It's alright. I mean, it is now, anyways. Mostly. We all have our things to deal with in life. I mean, shit, it's not like he raped me or anything. Could have been a lot worse. I'm still here, you know?" She pauses for a minute. "And it's not like I couldn't have left sooner, I just.. didn't. But, yeah, since then I try to not get too wrapped up with one person. Too likely to bite you in the ass."

"Not exactly like the cops no. Worse." Tara's expressions run the gamut from sadness to jubilation, but that's probably the pot. "And they don't arrest anyone." Which, for some reason, she finds hilarious.

At least until Alison speaks back up. "... I guess. I still wish you hadn't had to go through it. But you seem stronger for it, I guess." As for 'being with one person', "I don't know. I like the idea of being special to someone. I don't know that I'd want to put someone through my weird life though. Not again."

"Huh." She doesn't really have anything to add on the subject of Them, be it ambivalence, or inexperience, it's just another slightly weird aspect of Tara to Alison. But Tara's hardly the only weird thing around here.

"Oh, sure, like, there's being special to someone? More than friends, that kinda thing, but I worry that if I let myself get so close to someone that we get to be in an exclusive thing, it'll happen again, if I need to get out I won't be able to make myself leave until I get out." She shrugs once more. "I don't think I'm really special for someone to want to be exclusive to me, anyways, unless they're just interested in taking what they want."

When Alison no longer mentions the proverbial 'Them', neither does Tara. She's weird, but there's only so much she can explain about them, not really knowing much herself.

On this other topic, however. "Alison, I think you're a really sweet person, but I barely know you, I guess. Regardless, I'm a good judge of character.. Someone using you seems so foreign to me, but.. I think people think I'm naïve or something. Really I just know people and don't see a point in pretending I don't. That's what I do.. or did anyways.. read a room." She squints a little, giggles once, then "Sorry... uh... where was I?"

Alison squints back at Tara. "I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. Though I think I see why you don't go too heavy on the pot." The redhead snickers a bit, but doesn't say anything else for a few moments. "I can show you who I am, if you want. It can be a bit much for some people, though."

"Are you about to show me you have a person growing out of your stomach like in Total Recall?" Tara is a smart girl, but clearly she doesn't fool with marijuana very often. All smirking and giggling and covering her face her arm. "Okay, no, I can be serious." Serious face... big eyes. Very red big eyes. The straight face doesn't last. "No, seriously, I'm okay. Show me who you are. I want to know."

Alison snorts! "No. At least not with the IUD in me. Oh wait, I made that joke already. Eh." A grin, then she reaches out to take Tara's hand, squeezing it. "If it's too much, just say so, and I'll stop, alright? It's easier if you let me in, so.. okay, here we go."

With that, Alison steps into Tara's mind. She starts from the beginning - well, mostly, anyways. The vague memories of childhood, moments of being people shitty about her red hair, tugging of it and such in grade school. Middle school, high school, that whole situation that she talked about earlier with the older guy, pretty much on the mark with what she'd said aloud. After that, brief little vignettes of quick little flings with women here and there, sometimes with those that fall inbetween the lines of the gender binary.

And then on to thoughts of her time waitressing over the years. Bad nights when trying out as a cocktail waitress with grabby men, bad shifts at regular diners when she's just clumsy, but at one point she figured out that she could just.. reach out and mess with someone's emotions. With scant exception, she only used this to get better tips when she'd really messed things up, but not to the point where it'd cause problems for people who truly couldn't afford it. Yeah, it could be considered to be manipulative, but she never got into the head of someone that she truly cared about without a good reason, or their outright permission.

Some time of that, then feeling the urge in a strange dream to move to Gray Harbor. Since then, so many difference faces, so many emotions. Some faces from town with strong feelings of attraction associated with them. Some from months ago, some still lingering, some more recent. Among the latter group, Tara's there. There's some sexual attraction, but she's not sure about how the artist feels in that department, be it when it comes to women (aside from the previous mention of a kiss) or being ready for things of that nature at all with the whole things with the fiance going on. But just as quickly as those thoughts and emotions become clear, there's a slight feeling of panic from the redhead, trying to pull them back.. but that's not how it works. It's a one way connection. There's no taking that back.

The connection is suddenly broken, Alison yanking her hand back towards herself. "Fuck. FUCK. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go there."

There's a lot to unpack here.

Tara wasn't sure what to expect, especially not when someone says 'it's easier if you let me in'. Which made her giggle, for the record. That is until she figured out what that meant. It's like a whole other world of feelings because not only is she seeing the things Alison is seeing, but she feels the feelings that go along with it.

Like living a television show.

Her eyes go wide as it continues and she instinctively reaches up to defend her hair from kids trying to pull it. Ultimately ending with her hand covering her mouth when she realizes that it's only a vision she's seeing in her mind and not some reality come to life. Things grow more immediate, the last few months, expressions of affection that actually brings a smile to her face because she likes to see people happy.. even if happiness is fleeting.

When she sees 'her own' face, however...

Tara's eyes shoot open wide, glancing up at Alison, but the deed is done no matter how quickly the redhead tries to pull the connection away. For a time there's just stunned silence. Brown eyes fixed upon the redhead for way longer than most would find comfortable. "You really feel that way?"

The redhead's pale freckled skin turns bright red, so bright that the freckles are hard to see underneath it all. But she quickly covers her face with her hands, palms facing her eyes, not unlike a flamingo with its head buried in the sand. "...yeah. Shit. I mean.. I really wanna find out more about you." With a sigh, Alison's hands come down, resting back over her thighs. "Your mind works so much differently than mine, it's like I'm just dying to hear what what's going to come out of your mouth next. And then that goes along with the physical attraction, and.." She's rambling by now, covering her face up again. "I'm sorry. I can be so damn stupid around cute girls."

Tara is still very high, so most her expressions should be weighed against that fact. She's squinting at Alison when the redhead goes beat red and tries to explain herself and a grin is starting to work its way onto her face. "A lot of people think I'm just weird." She knows how people look at her, she's pretty overt with the things she believes and... really everything. Like secrets don't really effect her much. "Well..." Rubbing her hands on her thighs absently, "I don't really know what to say. You're absolutely gorgeous and I love your hair.. I'm Just.. well.. okay? Is that the right answer?"

Alison shakes her head. "Weird, maybe, but that's really interesting? I don't know how to put it into words. Um. You don't need to say anything about it if you don't want to. It's not like I've got a ring out or anything, here. UGH." Alison falls over sideways onto the couch in frustration, landing with a thud felt across the couch. "This is not how I do this kind of thing."

"So my weirdness is what makes me interesting?" Tara asks, but it's probably clear that she's intentionally misunderstanding what Alison is 'trying' to say and interpreting it literally. If only because she's grinning a lot bigger than normal, "It's okay, Alison.. seriously." She turns and lays sideways against the back of the cushions so she's facing the redhead, "How do you usually do things? Let's try it again and you do it that way instead?"

"It's not the only reason.. but it's a reason. You've got the shine and that always seems to be another. But it's all of you, the way you always seem to have a smile on your face, the way your hair looks curled up over your ear, the way you let paint get all over yourself and don't seem to care.." She shrugs. "It's a bunch of things."

"My USUAL way is usually asking someone if they want to go to my bedroom, but I usually like to find out a bit more about if someone's actually into women or just kissed one on a high school dare."

Tara touches her cheek at the mention of the paint, but doesn't seem to care anymore than she did before. It's just that it was mentioned and her hand is naturally drawn up to it, the varying colors that are perpetually splashed across her cheek and clothes like a child that's a messy eater. The whole time she's grinning, but it's that stoned grin rather than her usual warm one.

"Huh... okay well.. if I didn't know any better I think you /planned/ to show me your feelings." Leaning forward a little as if scrutinizing Alison with a smirk, "I have never done anything with a girl.. except that one time in 'college', but it wasn't a dare. We were jut really drunk.. anyways." Waving a hand wildly, it slaps down across her thigh. "But I guess if I were to, it would be cool if it were with someone like you. I'm really not good at this, either."

Alison watches Tara run her fingers over the paint on her face. "..I didn't let the thing about body paint slip, did I? Have you used that on someone else before?" The blush is back on her cheeks, not that it ever really entirely went away in the first place.

"Not about YOU, just.. everything else. And it just kinda slipped out the rest." Ali grabs a pillow and holds it over her head, hiding her face again. "Did I mention that I'm sorry?"

Tara kind of snorts at Alison, but it's in a lowkey embarassed way like she's not sure how to respond, which is saying a lot. It is not, however, a bad thing.. more flustered, than put off. "I haven't.." She manages about body paint, side eyeing the redhead now while sitting bolt straight with her hands still rubbing against her pants legs.

"It's okay. No, seriously, it's really okay. I like knowing, I'd always rather know than not know. It's kind of my thing now." She murmurs quietly, looking around the trailer with blinky eyes, "I kind of told myself that I'd try anything once, even if I wasn't so sure about it.. I mean not like hard drugs or murder or whatever like that, but like new life experiences...?" Awkwardly glancing at Ali with a little, tiny grin. "So.. yeah. I mean do we just start making out or something? I'm not sure how this works."

Alison doesn't say anything further about the body paint. But that little idea of hers wasn't exactly a 'first date' kind of scenario, probably.

Still speaking through the pillow, "Maybe some other time.. if you want.. once I manage to stop trying to make myself die out of embarassment." A long groan, but then she comes out of her self imposed under-pillow exile. "Okay. I think I'm done whining now." She looks back at Tara and smiles sheepishly. "Seriously though, let's go get dinner or something soon and we can see how things go from there."

Tara flickers into a bigger grin and looks to the empty glass she's been clutching to her chest, but then back up at Alison, "Like on a date?" It's such an easy question, but obviously there's intricate connotations inherent in asking it. She swallows and looks back into the empty glass withe a twisty mouth expression, "Yes, I would like that.. If you're asking me out... even if you're not, that would be okay too, but if you are, I would like that and we.. yes. If that's what you're doing, then yes."

Alison blinks a few times, her mouth opening slowly. "..yeah, I guess it'd be a date." And then she shrugs, eyebrows falling a little bit as she allows the idea to percolate into her brain. "You are, like, a bit interested in the idea, right? I don't want you to feel like you have to just because I showed you what's in my head." She reaches out towards Tara's leg, placing her hand just above the woman's knee in something approaching a reassuring manner. "It's alright if you aren't into girls, but if you think you might be, I think it'd be fun showing you the ropes." With that said, Alison grins widely at Tara.

"I wouldn't have agreed if I weren't interested, Alison." Tera assures the redhead with a smile. She doesn't even shift away when the hand lands upon her thigh above her knee, "So, where are you going to take me on this date? Unless that's too formal? I hope it's not too formal..." Grinning a bit around her lip tucked between her teeth. "I'm going to need a little more romance than I think you're ... maybe uh .. wanting? I don't know, I'm not trying to insult you, but you said where you don't want to tie down.. so... maybe.." She shrugs and glances down into the empty glass.

"I know, but sometimes my.. brain thing can get ahead of me when I'm not sober. I didn't mean to spike you with a burning desire for me or anything, but.." Alison shrugs, then squeezes Tara's leg before pulling her hand away. "My first impulse is to say pizza, but I don't think that's quite right for you. There's.. a nice place downtown, but besides waffles or the damn Cracker Barrel, that's pretty much it. Unless you had a better idea for dinner? Or maybe something else."

"No, I get that. The hand wasn't supposed to be me trying to make a move!" Alison blushes once again, but then continues. "To be honest, I'm not sure that the whole thing is really working out for me. Meet someone, hang out for a few weeks, and then they fade away when they get bored? Fun while it lasts, but.. I'm a little sick of it. You seem different." Alison swallows, but is quite after that. Her eyes drift to Tara's empty glass. "You, uh, want some more water?"

Tara holds the glass out in both hands to Alison, "I was hoping you would ask." She says quietly, smacking her lips a little. "I mean about water!" Her eyes go saucer wide, but no less blood shot.. "I am glad you asked me out too though..." That part is said a little more quietly, but not really under her breath.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Alison, I'm not looking for a one night stand. That's not who I am.. so it's completely okay if that's not really your thing? Or something.. but I feel like we're getting way ahead of ourselves ''anyways''.." glancing around slowly, smacking and trying to make what little moisture there is lubricate her throat some.

"I wasn't coming over here expecting or thinking you would ask me out.. or even knowing that it might be something you want to do or would do, but I'm glad you did. I think I'm glad you did.. Pizza would be okay! Maybe we can have some pizza and then we can take my chalk bag and do something together infront of Thewlis' theater? He said I could and I think I'd like if you came with me?" Even if that means Alison is just there and Tara does all the work.

Alison takes the glass with a smirk. "No, I get that. If I thought that you were that kind of girl, I would have just asked you if you wanted to fuck straight up." She says this as she walks back over to the kitchen, filling the glass once again, then returning with it. "But yeah, I think we're a few laps or so ahead of the crowd in terms of planning things out." Taking her seat back, holding the glass out for the artist.

"Right. I really appreciate the help with the whole.. being able to hear thing, though, just also happens that I'm pretty into you. I'd be pretty damn miserable if I had to go another week or so deaf. Hanging out in front of the theater while you work sounds cool.. Thewlis and Jade are just in the trailer a few over, I've only met them once though."

Tara's grin brightens a little as the glass is takent o refill and holds out both hands for it when Alison returns baring liquids. Everything feels so god damn dry right now! "You ever wonder if when people say ''I want it more than a thirsty man in the desert wants water'' they've smoked pot?" Random thoughts from Tara Lambert.

"Oh, are they?" That doesn't surprise her, she thought she saw Thewlis' truck. "He gave me a ride from the Curious shop a week or so back. I found his dog in Spokane and brought him home." Smiling all the more, "It was nice seeing them meet each other for the first time." She is a very strange woman.

"I'm glad you didn't just ask me to fuck." Guzzling more water. "I like you."

The redhead leans back against the couch, peering towards Tara. "Not really? At least not after a couple hits from a joint." She grins. "But hey, if you don't partake that often, it makes sense."

"Yeah, over Christmas they had a big pig roast thing going on. I stepped outside and kinda.. followed my nose over there. Crazy stuff. There was a foot or two of snow on the ground right about then too. Wait, in Spokane? Wow, that's a hell of a long way for a dog to travel. That's like, what, six hours thataway? Did he mention how long he'd been missing for?"

"..I like you too. I probably would have asked you there if not for the whole fiance thing, to be honest, but it gave me some time to think about you some more which is probably for the best.." Alison blushes a little more, breaking eye contact.

"Just every once in a while." Tara says of her partakening of the pots, bobbing her head with another guzzle of water that leaves her with another empty glass. This time, however, she sets it down on the floor in front of the couch and pulls her bare feet up into the cushion with her, a kind of Tara-ball facing Alison.

"No, nothing like that. When I met Oscar, I knew he wasn't mine. He knew he wasn't mine too, but I think he knew I could take him to whoever he belonged to.. So we teamed up for an adventure." Grinning too wide, "As soon as I met Thewlis, I knew that he belonged to Oscar and visa versa. So I got to introduce them."

Very weird.

Tara wiggles her shoulder a little to sink a bit more into the cushion, "What did you think about?"

Alison doesn't say anything at first about the 'explanation' about Oscar, instead listening to Tara speak. Her brows furrows as she processes the informaton, then, "So.. you're saying that they hadn't met before, but once you met Thewlis, you thought that they were.. right for each other, kind of?"

"Thought about a bunch of stuff. The whole buddhism thing, about how whether or not you're interested in women based on the whole, y'know, having had a fiance thing but still looking for him.." She shrugs. "About the best way to tell you that I was into you, I figure that most people who were recently engaged probably aren't looking for a quick fling.. well, depending on how recently, anyways, but we didn't quite get into that. And then later on I was wondering what you were doing while I was working, and then while I was at home after, and.."

Tara stares at Alison, eyes all buggy in that weird way she does when she's grinning, "Kind of, yes. It's difficult to explain. I knew that whoever I was looking for was going to be here, I just didn't know who it was until I met them."

The explanation is cut short by Ali's in regards to what she thought about the blonde. "Oh.." Trailing off, perhaps not realizing how awkward that might be, "I mean 'OH!'.. I never really thought anyone would... to me anyways." She's making some assumptions and kind of grinning about it too. "When do you want to go out?"

"..I think I get it. Hey, as long as he's got someone to take care of him, then it all works out in the end, probably." Alison squints, then asks, "Why not you, though? It'd be hard for me to let myself get attached to a dog like that and then just give him away.." Shrug.

Then more squinting! "Never thought anyone would what, now?"

"Hmm. Dunno. I didn't take any shifts for the next few days so I've got some time.. Valentine's Day is in a couple days though, that might be weird?" She leans back into the couch again, grinning back at Tara. "Is it weird to take someone you're crushing on out on their first date for Valentine's Day?"

"We never really became very close friends, Oscar and me.. It was a cross over event between two different franchises... like the Avengers." Tara says jokingly, arms sliding between her thighs closing against her wrists. Her head sinks into the cushion, but her eyes remain mostly on Alison.

"Yeah, want. Thomas was always clearly a marrage of convenience for our careers."

She doesn't sound sad about that fact, mostly expressing the realities. Her grin, however, returns at the mention of Valentines day, "No, I don't think that's weird at all. Nobody wants to be alone on Valentines Days, do they? That would be nice... I think we should do it then."

"The date I mean..."

Alison groans at the joke, rubbing her face with freckled hands. "Terrible." And then she suddenly pulls her hands away with a grin on her lips. "Wait, now you have to tell me which of you is which Avenger."

"Well, if it wasn't right for you, then it wasn't right. Was he at least good in the bedroom?" The pitch of her voice rises at the question, there, clearly joking as she emphasizes that fact with a poke at Tara's knee. "Okay, we can go out then if you want. I mean, depending on how things go, we could do it afterwards too. I can be very charming, you know." A big stupid grin on the redhead's face to go along with bouncing eyebrows.

"I'm more of a Scarlet Witch and Oscar... he's definitely Thor." Tara says as if she's definitely thought about this before. Grinning like an idiot, she didn't even stop to think about it. Her foot uncurls from beneath her and stretches out to lay on the couch near to Alison.

"He was okay, I guess. Like most men, didn't really know where to go with it, so he just... you know.." She makes the lewd, index finger in O motion until she breaks out in a laugh. "It wasn't bad though." Clearly she took the Redhead at face value. Far to stoned to realize the joke.

"You think you're that charming, huh?" Deceptive grin.

The redhead snorts at the quickness of the reply. "Let me guess, golden retriever or something like that?" Alison watches as Tara sprawls out beside her on the couch, a one sided grin creeping onto the redhead's face.

"Yeah, I know how that goes. So you'll need a little extra attention then when it comes to that sort of thing. I can work with that." She wiggles around on the couch, getting up onto her knees, stretching out so that she towers upwards. Alison gives her head a shake, letting her red hair fly about her shoulders for a moment.

"I can be charming, sure. All depends on what kind of mood I'm in." And then she drops down onto her hands, crawling forward over Tara not unlike a predator who's about to chow down on some terrified fresh prey. Once her face gets nice and close to Tara's, Alison shakes her head again, letting her hair drape over the other woman's face.

"I can be plenty charming. Now move over a bit." She wiggles herself between the woman and the couch, nestling in against the rear cushion and draping an arm over Tara's midsection. "See?"

"Yeah." Tara says with a big grin at the mention of the golden retriever, beaming at Alison's guess, but it's not really that big a leap! Blonde haired dog for a blonde haired god!

As for predatory redhead, Tara shrinks back a little at the crawling woman leaning down towards her and getting right up in her personal bubble! Her grin doesn't faulter, but she doesn't move immediately.. Mostly because she's super high and isn't ''quite'' following what's going on.

And maybe a little embarassed too..

"Oh... OH.." Scooting towards the edge of the couch a little until part of her butt is dangling off, "I... this is not even our date though.." Oop, there's an arm on her midsection. "Wh-..." Eyeing Ali, then the arm. "I.. uh.. are you.. uhh.."

Alison can't help but giggle a little as Tara's clearly growing discomfort with the sudden physical contact. "Relax. I'm not going to touch you like that unless you ask me to." There's big grin plastered on her face. Whether that's due to the weed or just her state of mind is up to interpration, however. "Tell me a secret."

"A secret?" Tara isn't really uncomfortable, she's just not really sure how to feel.. This all took a very different turn from what she expected when she came over to Alison's trailer tonight. "Okay.." She frowns a little, looking around the living area, and then at the arm laid across her abdomen. Her head then settles back against the arm of the couch, trying to get comfortable squeezed in between the edge of the couch and Alison beside her. "I ... hmm. I.. cured someones terminal cancer. A little girl.. I wished it and it happened. She only had like weeks to live, maybe, and I made it go away."

"..wow. Okay, that's kind of a big one. Was that the first time you were able to heal someone? I mean, I imagine it's the same kinda thing that you did for my ears.." Alison trails off, biting her lip. "Is.. that what you meant earlier when you said that you helped someone?"

"That's kinda how it went for me, though it was a lot more selfish. Kind of. I wasn't going to have enough money for rent with the tips I was bringing in at work, wished that I could make someone happier with me so that they'd leave me a decent tip, and then.. they did. And it all kind of went from there."

Tara is quiet for a little bit. She's half looking at Alison, but mostly staring up at the ceiling after she's removed her backwards white cap and laid it down on the floor infront of the couch. "Yeah. I was a really horrible person before, Alison. Not evil, not in the traditional sense anyways, but I did hurt people.. And then I got really sick." Turning to look at the redhead, big brown eyes blinking slowly.

"That changed my opinion on everything. Even if I hadn't developed... whatever this is.. I would be different, but now I want to live, not just experience." She rolls over beneath the arm laid across her midsection so it shifts up on to her hip, full facing Alison with her head pillowed against her hands laid on her cheek. "So you just made someone give you tips, huh?" Grinning, despite the gravitas of what she'd said earlier, "Is that what you're doing now?"

Alison makes soft little noises of understanding as Tara speaks. "Yeah, that makes sense. Like, you went through something terrible and it made you look at how you are as a person and decided to change." She watches Tara as she rolls onto her side, her hand sliding so that it ends up on the woman's hip. Alison's fingers squeeze inwards slightly, then let go, just resting there. "I don't know if Gray Harbor's really the right place for that, but I'm glad that you're here now." The redhead smiles softly while staring back into those brown eyes.

"Pretty much! I mean, it's not.. telling someone what to do. I can show people things.. I can talk to people inside their head.. I can change their emotions. So, making someone feel happy or calming someone down if they're upset. I've figured out a few other things since I got here, but.. that's the general idea." Alison squeezes Tara's hip again. "Right now? I could be doing a lot of things. But no. It just felt like a good moment to get closer to you, pry a couple of those little things out of your head."

"I think that a place like Gray Harbor is exactly the kind of place to do that." Tara says contrary, but she does so with a wry grin, eyes kind of shifting downward towards the hand on her hip and then back up to Alison proper. It doesn't look like she disagrees with that particular hand placement.

"Well.. don't try any tricksy shit with me, miss Red.." One of her hands pulls from beneath her cheek and taps Ali on the nose, "I should go." It's rather sudden, but that's Tara. The disengagement isn't difficult, what with her laying right on the edge of the couch, but doing so without falling... that's trickier. Pulling one leg back and then the other, she stands up and reaches down for her hat. After scooping back her hair, she fits it on her head and pulls it low on her brow, "So... you don't have to wait to text me." Kneeling down, arms on the cushion infront of Alison.

"I know I'm weird and I apologize for it, but I'm not sorry. It wont get easier.. sometimes I'm going to act really odd.. I hope you're okay with that."

"Mm, if you say so. There's not a whole lot going on here. And what there is, usually isn't good. People seem to leave town for a reason when they do.." She shrugs, though, without further elaboration. Alison's gaze follows Tara's down to the woman's hip, and when she doesn't say anything in protest, she gives it another squeeze, then giggles, pulling her hand back to rest on her own hip.

"No, I wouldn't do that. And even if I did, it's.. fake, I guess? It only seems to last for a few minutes and then they're back to the way they were." Alison frowns a bit as Tara moves to extract herself, but doesn't move to stop her. "I want what people feel about me to be real. If it's not me being me, it doesn't count.. you know?" She smirks back at Tara as she kneels down and tells her that she doesn't have to wait to text her. "So then check your phone in about five minutes, I guess? Being weird is fine, as long as you realize that it just makes me more curious about you. So you'll have to put up with MY particular brand of bullshit." And that's capped off with a big grin.

"Oh no. Whatever will I do." Tara says in a playfully robotic voice, tapping Alison's nose with a flicking finger, "I'll be waiting for it in five minutes then." She grins herself, then stands up with her hands rubbing at her knees. "Then on the fourteenth you come pick me up at my RV." She steps back and spins, sliding into her sneakers at the door before opening it. "Seeya soon, Red.." Quietly stepping back out into the cold with a grin as if she's entirely unaware that it's freezing out there and she rode her bicycle.

"Byeeee..." she calls out as Tara makes her way out the door of her trailer, not bothering to move from the warm spot on the couch where the other woman had just been. A soft sigh to herself.. waiting.. she lasts about a minute and a half until she pull her phone out of her pocket.

(TXT to Tara) Alison : Hi

(TXT to Tara) Alison : Sorry, couldn't wait any longer

Tara is walking her bike away from the sludge when her phone chirps in her pocket. After flipping it open, she laughs at the messages and rolls her eyes, quickly thumbing out a reply.

(TXT to Alison) Tara : u cdnt huh?

(TXT to Tara) Alison : Nope 😉

(TXT to Alison) Tara : dork

(TXT to Alison) Tara : cute dork tho

(TXT to Tara) Alison : Hey I'm not the one who made an Avengers reference

(TXT to Alison) Tara : tht wuld b nrd nt dork

(TXT to Tara) Alison : omg

(TXT to Tara) Alison : See you soon 😘

(TXT to Alison) Tara : u 2 <3