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The mental and physical prepping for this day was a little uneven.  Not that her dad has a lot of baking equipment, but a trip to Target and that is pretty much taken care of.  Like meeting her birth mom, there was a number of waffling moments in which she considered just backing out at the last minute.  Really it won't be the hardest thing she has ever done, but it felt a little like putting herself in harms way.  Like stepping out in front of a train or a truck with the thought that at the last minute the traveling force would somehow swerve and miss her.

There was almost a feeling as if jealousy wouldn't be the issue but doing or saying something stupid would be.  After their vacation in Virginia, Salome found herself a bit more confident in their relationship.  She was his, and he was hers, there would ever be a way for that to change.  You can't change blood, DNA, what they had.

Not to mention it all going down on a Saturday when all she would rather do is lay about and be lazy, spending a majority of the day in her pajamas.

Not that she isn't in her pajamas now, sprawled out on the couch with head phones in.  Waiting.

Date: 2012-09-08 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
Richard lies draped in the other end of the leather sofa, one hand on Salome's ankles while he skims the book open in his other. His thumb strokes absently against her flesh, as affectionate and innocuous a touch as it's ever been. Though even innocuous affection leaves him electric. That vacation was unlike anything. Sure, she may have loved the car Susan gave her, but he has the feeling that it's not quite on the level.

No, it was beyond the significance of material objects, and even he could figure that much out. He's felt oddly closer to her since. More than that, he's found himself looking more and more forward toward her next visit. His little Salome. His hand tightens to squeeze around her ankle and he sets the book aside, fingers working firmly against the flesh of her foot. With his now-free hand, he points a finger to his own head to indicate her headphones, and gives her an easy smile.

"I trust you're going to be a good girl? Delilah will be here any minute. Remember, she just wants to make friends. So let's all have a nice time, all right?" He lifts her foot to place a gentle peck upon the arch before patting her knee. "I'm sure you ladies will have a delightful time together. She's said she's been looking forward to this."

And indeed, she has, but Salome thinks she's nervous? Hah! Delilah hasn't been this terrified since the first day of her culinary internship. Or maybe her first date with Richard, she was about this nervous then. Either way, she's getting closer and closer to their house, and her knuckles are white on the steering wheel while she thinks about how badly things went last time and how she needs Salome's approval, because every time she sees Richard she falls more and more in love with him, so if Salome ends up coming between them her heart is going to break or implode or something. Anyway, she'll cry, and it won't be good.

This has to go well. She's got this. So got this. It's going to be fine.

Date: 2012-09-08 09:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
It reminds her of that whole conversation from Pulp Fiction, about giving foot rubs and how they are as intimate as eating a bitch out. Well that was the implication their words were a bit more, well, their words, but it's pretty much the same point. Salome loves foot rubs, it is one of the many reasons she loves going to get pedicures, it just feels so good and she is on feet practically all day between school and the many practices she has. Ballet is pretty vicious on feet and she likes to keep hers looking good. Maybe they could have spent all Saturday with his hands on her feet rubbing and rubbing until she is nothing but a pile of Salome Jello.

Pulling the buds out of her ears she wiggles her toes and flexes them in his grasp, pointing forward a little bit and then relaxing as she wiggles deeper into the couch, stretching out. Her other foot against his thigh gently pushing a bit as she stretches out her limbs and groannsssss. "Yeah, I guess I am just worried about saying something stupid now. Like, I'm nervous and stuff, that's all. I feel better since our vacation about the whole thing, now I am just worried about saying something and unintentionally hurting her feelings, you know? I don't want to do that, like, I keep thinking about topics of conversation and stuff. It should be pretty easy since we can just work together."

Straightening on the couch she curls her finger and lets her legs spread, one falling off the couch as she beckons him closer so they can kiss.

Date: 2012-09-08 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
It's up there, certainly, though Quentin Tarantino has a bit of a skewed perspective considering his obsessive love of all that's below the ankle. A foot fetish is one of the few fetishes Richard doesn't possess, although it doesn't stop him from thinking his daughter's feet are as scrumptious as the rest of her. Little details. Like those little dimples in the back of her knees, too, he could kiss those until his lips fell off. But her feet are particularly magic, since they produce great art. He could watch her dance for hours.

Ballerina kink? Maybe. But really it's more of an artist kink. It's probably his narcissism sneaking in there again. Either way, watching her dance, or admiring the shape of her profile when she doesn't know he's looking at her, or rubbing her feet or back or head--these things are intimacy at its finest. The most beautiful, quiet moments.

He chuckles while she unfolds like a piece of origami, somehow managing to take up even more space than she already did. The foot that nudges his thigh coaxes a smirk out of him, and he pats it. A pleased look flutters past his face, the smile that curves his lips soft and small. "Good, I'm glad. You'll do fine, baby. Just be yourself, think before you speak and be friendly. I'm sure Delilah is going to be nervous, too. She wants nothing more than to be your friend."

Those legs spread and he sighs low, stroking her knee as he drapes himself over that beautiful body to follow the finger that coaxes him close. His hand frames her jaw as his lips brush over hers, his tongue ghosting to savor the taste of her mouth. "I know you'll do fine, good girl." The hand not on her jaw slips between her thighs, creeping under fabric to tease without penetration. "You and Delilah will have a nice time, and you're going to make daddy so proud that when she leaves, we'll have a nice time, too."

The sound of a car outside gives him pause and he grins, sliding his hand away even as he gives her a second, harder kiss, and then sits up with the words, "I love you so, my Salome," pouring from his mouth in a husky murmur.

Date: 2012-09-08 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
Feet are a beautiful, beautiful thing, if done correctly. There is just something about perfectly painted nails and the round gumdrop of each little toe. Maybe they aren't entirely sexual, at least for Salome, but she likes looking at them for some reason. Maybe it's the power they possess, they get them around everywhere, feet are probably one of the body's most important parts. They get under represented. Plus, they look fabulous in heels and you really can't put a value on that, not at all.

He is such a tease, her father. Next time he mentions that of her she is going to remind him that she learned it from him. His body, the weight of him draped over her, she keeps him close, arm and leg around him as he gives her those low kisses and low, low touches, through the fabric of her pajama pants. A groan and a bit of an arch off the couch, into his fingers, up toward his cock, always, that's where she wants to be, so close and so, so far away. Kiss and a kiss and a kiss some more as she smiles against his mouth. "We can be friends, but, you're making me wet, dad and that will probably be obvious in these pants." That thin material for sleeping pants, like boxers pretty much, it's not too hard to soak through especially when it comes to her and him.

A groan when he pulls away and when he sits up she sits up as well and puts a few long, nipping kisses on his throat, up to his ear. "I love you, daddy, and when we're alone I am going to show you how very much I love you and how hard I can get you. Make sure to think about my cunt while I'm busy." A nibble to his earlobe and she slides off the couch to go up and change into, well, normal clothes.

Date: 2012-09-08 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
Oh, yes. He may not be much for feet, but a woman in a good pair of heels drives him absolutely insane. Add stockings into the picture and he's as hopeless as a dog following a treat. If Salome ever discovers this weakness he'll be in real danger. If there were a way to play the look off as cute and innocent he'd just implode.

"Good." His smile creeps into a leer as she tells him she's wet, one he has to fight from his face because it wouldn't do for him to get overexcited. Though it's hard to fight it, particularly as she kisses along his throat and makes him sigh low, and lower still a she murmurs into his ear.

"I assure you, princess, I'm already thinking about it." He pinches her ass as she passes him en route to the stairs and grins after her, then stretches to his feet. When she's upstairs, the doorbell rings, and he lopes a leisurely path across the front room. His grin only grows as he throws open the door to let Delilah in, sweeping her into his arms and dragging her in for a kiss. She giggles, snuggling into his embrace before tugging away with a coquettish little grin that wrinkles her nose.

"Ew, I'm not here to see you, silly man." As he gives a hurt gasp, she bats her eyelashes and holds out her keys. "Would you please be a gentleman and get the bags out of the trunk? Ple-ase?"

"You break my heart, then want me to run your errands." Richard chuckles, slipping the key ring from her fingertip and replacing it with a kiss. "You women are all the same. Salome should be down in a moment, I believe it would have been a violation of teenager law to change out of her pajamas earlier than she absolutely had to."

Giggling, Delilah sets the two neatly-folded aprons upon the table, selects the vintage-looking cream-and-burgundy one for herself, and proceeds to tie it on. Richard lingers only long enough to leer at her--women, women in aprons, women in clothes, women in no clothes, goddammit, he can't stand it, his women are exceptional every way--before vanishing out the front door to collect the ingredients.

Hopeless. Utterly hopeless.

Date: 2012-09-08 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
See that is some handy information to know right there, for sure, for sure. Oh boy if Salome ever did find out she would drive him fucking crazy with it all the god damn time. Well, as much as she can anyway. Oh man, that would be sweet, sweet. If there is anything Salome loves, it is teasing her father until he is hard and wanting. There is a special delight and power that comes with teasing and working up a man, turning someone on, it's a new power that Salome is starting to experiment with, figuring out on her own and of course with her father. It doesn't seem to be too hard to get him going though, no matter what, and that in itself is fantastic.

Upstairs, she changes out of her PJ's and into a top and shorts, an easy look, it's still warm out and it's going to get hot in the kitchen with the oven on, so it seems like an appropriate outfit for baking. Not that there are outfits for baking, or are there? Maybe there are but she has never seen them in any issue of her Cosmo magazines, but that could be because they focus more on women out of the kitchen then in the kitchen.

Coming down the stairs two at a time she jumps the remaining and hurries into the kitchen where Delilah is tying off the back of the apron. "Do I have to wear one of those?! Hi, Delilah."

Date: 2012-09-08 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
No, it's not too hard at all. But certain approaches tender a more satisfying result than others, and get him going harder and faster. It's all about the approach. It always ends the same, but some build-ups are quite superior. It really is a super power of sorts, though, the ability she has over him. He tries not to let it interfere with his parenting, but goddamn it it's difficult when those hips can wiggle the way they do.

Oh, as far as Delilah's concerned there are totally outfits for baking. The off-white dress was carefully chosen for a good reason, because you never know when something's going to sneak past your apron and cover you in flower anyway. Granted, if she were just at home she wouldn't really be too worried about what she wore, but this is going to be in Richard's house, so it's important that she look cute.

As she ties the bow, Salome appears, and Delilah beams over at her. "Hi, Sal! Oh, uh--" She glances back down at the blue apron she made for Salome with a sheepish little look and sets it aside, shaking her head and maintaining her smile. Sometimes she forgets that most teenagers are more concerned with looking cool than she was. It was a silly idea. "No, you don't have to! I just didn't want you to get flour on your clothes, but nobody's forcing you."

Her smile broadens as she puts back her hair. "So! I wasn't sure which recipe you'd like better, I have a fair idea but I thought I'd bring a couple just in case." She glances to Richard as he pushes through the front door with countless grocery bags tangled around his arms, which he deposits upon the dining room table. "There's a chocolate chip cheesecake one I love, bu-u-ut, I also have one for caramel frappuccino cupcakes, which I bet would be such a hit with the girls on the swim team."

It's about at that point that Richard goes deaf, even as he helpfully disposes of the bags and arranges the ingredients like an unobtrusive stagehand.

Date: 2012-09-08 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
"Nahhhh it's cool, I'll rock the Betty Draper look," grinning she picks up the blue apron and slips it on before reaching behind her and tying it all up too. Now that's a look, Betty Draper is a bitch, actually she is pretty much just a little kid who got married and decided to play house and then suddenly got upset when she found out that playing house is not the same as actually being a wife and mother. Not that Don is a shining star, but, really. Any woman who strikes a child like that needs to get a good smack in the face.

Digression.

"All we need are, like, a pair of heels and a cigarette. Maybe a drink. And some hired help walking around actually doing all the work."

Right on cue Richard steps inside with his arms full of groceries and that sets Salome full of giggles. She lifts her hands and pantomimes taking a picture. "Look at that, lets save this for posterity, daddy actually carrying in groceries." She can't remember the last time he went shopping let alone grocery shopping and came in with the bags in his arms and then unloads them. Heh heh heh.

Coughpussywhippedcough.

"Ohhhh those frappuccino ones sound really, really good, lets do those. I am not a fan of that really, really sweet coffee drinks but a lot of the girls like them."

Date: 2012-09-08 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
"Psht. Betty is such a bitch. She's pretty adorable, though." Delilah giggles, pleased as punch when Salome opts to wear the apron. Relieved, too. In a completely lame way. God, when did she get so lame? Was she ever cool to begin with? Cool in a dorky way, maybe. Such a dork, Delilah, God. But still, she perseveres. "I made that for you! You can keep it so that if you ever end up having to do cooking in the future, you can keep your clothes looking cute."

Richard's grocery shopping list when he doesn't have Salome: handle of vodka, bottle of wine, box of spaghetti or three, rice, bread, butter, steak, hamburger meat, pop tarts, bacon, eggs milk, cans of soup, carton of cigarettes, coffee. He hasn't been shopping properly when it's just him since the Clinton administration. Food's not really his thing. Alcohol provides enough calories to live and most of his favorite drugs kill his appetite. Delilah is trying to fatten him up, though: he suspects to put him in an oven.

Oh, totally pussywhipped, for real though. If you ask him, though, it's just gentlemanly behavior, and it sort of is to a point. But when the pussy in question is as great as it is, he's secure enough in his masculinity to fulfill any number of petty favors. He smirks at Salome, lifting his eyebrows. "Ha-ha, very cute. I carry in groceries all the time when I actually buy them."

"One of these days I'm going to give you a list of things to be buying, Richard, you need to eat better." Delilah wags a finger at him before grinning over to Salome. "They're delicious! They're not as super-sweet as the drink, they're really soft and coffee-flavored with an awesome whiff of caramel. So. Tasty. And we can make a sauce for it, too!" Her hand fishes through the pocket in the front of her apron and comes up with a little recipe card, which she waves at Richard. "Would my lovely assistant please brew coffee? Three cups? Strong? Please?"

"You're both lucky you're cute." He turns on his heel, hiding his smirk as he vanishes into the kitchen. Delilah arranges the ingredients, separating out a rather large collection of ingredients and putting others away in fridges and cabinets.

"So have you done much baking before, Sal?"

Date: 2012-09-08 11:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
"She is totally hot, but totally a bitch. I like her daughter, because she is so much more mature then her mom." Up to season four anyway, season five is not on netflix yet, what the hell is up with that? Looking down at the apron she spreads out the skirt and smiles brightly. "Awh, thanks, I don't do much baking or cooking around here, but I will totally wear this when I have to."

You know, when she wants to walk around with nothing but it on for her fathers pleasure. Well, an apron and heels. Because she needs to walk around in shoes, they aren't barbaric.

It is alright to be pussywhipped when you are surrounded by such sweet pussy. It's not as though they ask him for a lot, use him and abuse him. He can do some heavy lifting from time to time, maybe a little gentlemanly behavior with standing around and smiling, making coffee or unloading bags. All that work, handsome, daddy and so much reward. He knows that they are good for it. "When's the last time you bought groceries?"

Salome tries not to stare at him when Delilah mentions that he needs to eat better. Maybe a little more meat on his bones wouldn't be bad, but boy does she love that strung out, lean look he has. Especially the way that his hips cut under the waistband of his slacks. Wine and vicodin gave him that body and heaven knows it could use a vegetable or two but god damn it would be a shame to waste it. It takes a moment but she finally looks away from her father and back to Delilah.

She shouldn't be looking at her father that way.

"His is a man diet, sometimes I try and slip him some greens but he is what he is." A shrug and she leans against the counter, looking at her father and then over at Delilah again.

"I don't bake or anything, maybe some cooking, but, I dunno. I never really enjoyed it or got into it, I like chemistry though and it's not so different from this."

Date: 2012-09-08 11:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
"I know, right? It's ridiculous. Oh, man, have you seen season five? I don't usually watch cable, but I can't stop, AMC, has the best shows." Delilah's grin widens. "You're so welcome! You never know when you might need one."

Oh, yes. The blood is going to rush below his belt so fast he's going to black out. If a man has to pass out, though, that's a good way to do it. Delilah has already discovered that particular kryptonite; Salome would certainly be remiss to neglect the opportunity.

Richard scoffs at her question, pausing to think. "Like...I don't know, last...two weeks ago? When we got back from Virginia. I don't need to buy groceries that often, I'm usually only cooking for myself." And by cooking me means 'boiling water' or occasionally 'eating half a pack of Oreos at once because he's a fucking adult and can, so suck it'.

Delilah loves the strung-out look, too, but at the same time she wages a constant war with herself because it kicks her desire to nurture into overdrive. She does love it, though, ooh, those hips, those wrists. It's a matter of serious conflict, it really is.

Thought Delilah may see the way Salome looks at her father, she completely misinterprets it. She was a hopeless daddy's girl while he was alive, even if he didn't deserve it, and it makes her happy to see Salome looking at her father in such a nice, affectionate way. Wholesome, you know. Just a girl admiring her beloved father. She giggles at Salome's comment and nods. "I know, when I was growing up I had this dog, and sometimes I'd give him a burger with lettuce on his birthday? And he'd eat the bread and the meat and everything, but somehow he'd always manage to leave the lettuce perfectly untouched in the middle of his bowl. Your dad totally reminds me of that dog."

"Woof woof. Do you need anything else, master?"

"No, Renfield, you may sit for now." Grinning, Delilah watches him scoff and drop into a dining room chair, then turns to beam at Salome. "It's not for everyone! But it's a helpful skill to learn. And it's satisfying to be able to make something that people can enjoy." She heads into the kitchen, setting the oven and making a little 'boop' noise with the corner of her mouth as she hits the button. While she grabs a saucepan and proceeds to add sugar and water, she says, "Why don't you go ahead and add three cups of that cake flour, and then the baking powder, salt and espresso powder together in a nice-sized bowl? Here." She sets the recipe card down upon the counter for easy access. "I'll worry about the sugar. It's temperamental."
Edited Date: 2012-09-08 11:52 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-09-09 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
"Nooooo I haven't seen it yet. I got into it late and so I watch it on Netflix and they don't have it up yet. I don't know why, I thought that as soon as the season was over that it would be put up but it hasn't yet." Which really sucks. "The last season ended with Don getting engaged to that random chick and it was sort of a what the fuck moment. I like the chick but it was kind of out of the blue." The woman is not Betty and isn't blonde, after the real Don Drapers 'wife' died Salome firmly believes that the new Don Draper feels a little more free to pick who he wants.

Still, random engagement, what the fuck?! "I love AMC, I think they have some really awesome shows on there, Mad Men, Breaking Bad, good times, good times." They can bond over their love of AMC, no problem, it's a good start.

That first time that a person sits down and eats ice cream and cookies for dinner is the day they become a true adult. That and paying taxes.

That's right, Salome is just a daddy's little girl, she can't help but gaze at him with longing and love like any good daughter should. Except, well, theirs is a special kind of love isn't it? Salome would understand Delilah's conflict, the want for him as he is but the urge to make him last longer. They probably have the same feeling about his drug use, though he is has an excuse for that, because of his leg.

"Alright! I can do that," measurements, mixing them all together, like when he taught her how to mix up the dilaudid for him. This is not so different, except, well, you know, it's not illegal and it won't get them high. She starts to add the flour, the dry ingredients in the bowl that she shows her.

Date: 2012-09-09 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
"Fascists. When it's up on Netflix you have to let me know, we can watch it together! It's crazy good. And yeah, I don't know what Don was thinking, that's just ridiculous! Like, how long has he known her?"

Yeah, Delilah, might want to hold your tongue on that topic of discussion. Never know which direction life is going to take you. "You know who I kind of secretly wish Don would be with? Joan. I know they're just friends but I think they'd be scary awesome together. All power-couple and stuff."

Yeah, between AMC shows and the movies the girls doubtless have in common, Richard is never going to be able to watch his television again once Delilah moves in, no doubt with Salome hot on her heels. Terrible. Good-bye, Taxi Driver, so long, The Wall, it was nice knowing you, you both got him through some tough times, too bad he'll never see either of you again. Now his television will be completely consumed by things featuring John Hamm and Joseph Gordon-Levitt, so sad.

The only reason his drug use flies with Delilah is because of his leg. Every time he makes so much as a boo-boo face she starts to feel guilt and wants him to take something for it. She does like taking care of him, but she hates his drug habit, it worries her immensely. Her father had an awful habit, admittedly with a substance harder than pills, but that fact doesn't stop Richard's abuse from scaring her.

As Delilah slowly stirs the sugar, she smiles to Salome. "So did you have a nice time at the beach? Your dad told me he thought you had fun, how was the surfboard? And I heard you got a car, too! Luck-ee, I didn't get my first car until I was twenty."

Date: 2012-09-09 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
"I almost want you to tell me about it, because I like knowing before it happens. Like if I am watching a movie I will totally go to Wikipedia and read the summary of the movie there. I don't even know why, I just like knowing, I am not sure I like surprises in movies." Or anywhere really, it's so much better when you just know how things are going to end, suspense is good, in moderation, but even that gets old after awhile. Too much racing heart and it just gets to be a panic attack, not that any movies have ever sent her into one of those.

"I think it's just because that woman died, the real Don's wife? I think she was blond so he thought he needed to be with blonds, if that makes sense. I mean not everything is deep and significant but he always cheated on Betty with dark haired women, just sayin'." Like his mom. Richard is a mix between Archer and Don Draper. PURE SEX.

Salome thinks about her suggestion, "I could see that, I like Peggy though, I don't know if I could so much see them together as just, they should sort of be together in some way. Like, they compliment each other. I watched Gypsy and she was in it, little Peggy, it was kind of stunning." Things just start running together after awhile, you watch enough shows and you start seeing repeat faces.

That's not true, Salome is in school and Delilah works, he'll have the house to himself all day. He doesn't need to fling himself into the river over TV. Yet.

"Yeah, it was really nice, got to surf and stuff, missed school but I'm all caught up now." She shakes her head a little bit, still unsure about the car as a gift. Fuck yeah it's awesome, but, well, she feels like she is being bought. "I didn't even ask for one, I feel spoiled with that car. It's nice to not be dependent on people for rides though."

Date: 2012-09-09 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
She gasps dramatically. "No, you can't spoil it! It's just too good! Don't tempt me. But I'll give you a hint, Betty totally gets fat." She giggles, staring down into the pan while she stirs. "So satisfying. That's an interesting theory, actually, I'd buy that! That was so sad that she died, she was such a sweet lady. They had such a cute relationship." Sigh, sigh. Sigh.

Archer and Don Draper with a hint of Ted Bundy, definitely. You might even call him a...lady-killer. YEEEAH.

"Peggy's cute, but they've got more a mentorship relationship than a romantic one. I like their relationship more platonic. She-- wait, not the one with Bette Midler, right? Oh my God, I had no idea!" Gasp. "That's awesome, I almost want to re-watch that now."

Oh, a couple of nights in a row of girlie movies and yes, yes he will be considering flinging himself in a river. They're already talking about a Bette Midler movie, there's no hope at all. Terrifying. Nice to see them getting along, though. Even if he's now waiting for the first time they gang up on him. That battle is guaranteed lost before it even begins.

Delilah smiles ear-to-ear, pleased to hear Salome had a good time. Goodness knows Richard was certainly rejuvenated by the trip, relaxed as he's been. "Good! I can't imagine it's too tough for you to catch up with your schoolwork, you're a smart cookie. Isn't your dad sweet, my parents never would have taken me out of school just for a vacation. Lucky."

At Salome's slightly evident trepidation about the car, though, Delilah offers a sympathetic smile. She's heard enough about Susan to know that Salome is in all probability being bought or bribed, but it's good to look on the bright side of these things. "Well, I don't think you're being spoiled. You seem very gracious, after all. It sound to me like your mom loves you and wants you to have nice things, that's all. You're very lucky to have two parents who care about you so much. Could you be a doll and add the rest of the sugar and the butter to the flower and all that? Just beat it in until it's fluffy."

She lifts the whisk from the pan, examining the strand of fluid that sticks to it before resuming her slow stirring. "The caramel's almost ready, we'll add it once we add the vanilla and the eggs. So do you have your driver's license and everything yet? I was so scared of driving when I started, the first time I got on the highway it was like that scene from Clueless." Except with a much less awesome car.

Date: 2012-09-09 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
"She gets fat?" Even when she was pregnant she was all skinny and everything, all slender and perfect when it comes to being pregnant. Maybe she just eats and drinks and turns into a lump on the couch. Which would be both sad and satisfying all at the same time. Like, cosmic justice. But now Salome is thinking about season five, she already knows that one of the partners actually commits suicide on accident, stupid fucking face book.

. . . . Don't David Caruso this situation.

"Yeah, yeah, she played the little kid who grew up into Gypsy, she was all little with pig tails and all that, it took me awhile but she totally has a distinctive face." Peggy looks like Peggy even when she was little, a very homey face. "You should totally watch it again, also another awesome movie, I like musicals and older movies too."

Kiss your TV good bye, Richard.

"It was really nice, a wonderful surprise I had no idea. They called me down to the office and I thought I was in trouble especially when dad was there. Seriously." It was nice though, the week by themselves in the hotel room, all that sex, that talk, and all that information that she got. "It was nice to spend some time together, and stop thinking about school, that was especially nice. Uh, are your parents still around?" Because she should ask questions rather then just talk about herself and what is going on.

Salome shrugs, not sure about Susan loving her. "I think she just expresses herself differently then I am used to, that's all." She does as she is told, adding the sugar and the butter to everything like Delilah tells her. The one thing about baking is that her arms will certainly get a work out.

"I have my learners, a few more hours and I'll be able to take the test and then drive on my own. When we were driving to Virgina dad let me drive. On the highway, it's so scary getting on there but it's easier then street driving, there is no stopping and starting."

Date: 2012-09-09 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
"Totally fat. It's awesome." Delilah found that turn of events terribly satisfying. Although Don may be kind of a bastard at time, she fails to see anything but his stunning qualities. That chin blinds her to his faults. Mmf.

Facebook is a jerk. The best strategy is to avoid Facebook like the plague on the day of a show's new episode. And twitter. And the Internet in general."

Delilah squeals. "I know, I love musicals. Have you gotten a chance to see Wicked? So good. And people complained about the Sweeney Todd adaption with Johnny Depp, but I loved it. Maybe it's because I love Johnny Depp, but hey."

TV? More like the whole downstairs. The minute he hears the first bar of a show-tune he's going to shut himself up in his studio to cry. Still, it's cute to watch their clucking if the little smirk on his face is any indication. Maybe the entire downstairs of his house is a worthy sacrifice. He's already considering getting Delilah a dog when she moves in, something else the girls can bond over, so it's hardly as if he isn't already making sacrifices.

"He said that your face when you came down to the office was hilarious! I'll bet you were terrified. I had a friend send me flowers on my birthday once year, they called me down to the office like that, I was so scared." She laughs. "That's really sweet. I'm glad you had such a nice time."

At her question, Delilah smiles a little sadly into the caramel. "No, da-- my father passed away about four years ago. And my mom is...around, but we don't talk these days. She's in Pennsylvania. It's okay, though." No, no it's not okay, not in the least, every time she thinks about her father her throat gets tight all over again, but she's good at pretending it doesn't. "These things happen. That's just how life goes. I know he's in a better place."

Richard makes a peculiar noise but says nothing, studiously examining the label of the brown sugar. Delilah doesn't catch it, though, brightening again while she checks the color of the caramel upon a white plate and gives a nod of satisfaction. "Did he! Oh gosh, that must have been exciting. The cherry on top of the vacation!" Smiling, Delilah checks the coffee maker and pours the contents into a measuring cup. "I would have freaked if I were you, I'm very impressed that you were able to do it. Eggs, please, and vanilla! Then we're going to have to show a serious team effort, and your dad gets to help, too, since we don't have a mixer!"

"Oh, boy." Though his little half-grin is quite genuine.

Date: 2012-09-09 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
"It's so weird how she can be a second string character but people have such strong feelings about her and not very good ones. There's not a whole lot of depth to her either, which is probably why people delight in her misery." Like a spoiled celebrity throwing tantrums perhaps. Really she is the product of her environment and that really can't be helped, she stopped aging at age 8 and doesn't know how to deal with the world as an adult.

"I have seen Wicked, that was awesome, I loved Cats growing up, I had a VHS of it and I loved watching those people prowl around like they were actually cats. The songs were the easiest way to memorize T.S. poems. I didn't see that, does Johnny Depp actually sing in that? He doesn't look like a singer." But he is hot so that's forgivable. She likes Depp as well, "I liked him in Rango, it's a cartoon but it was really funny." Like one of those adult cartoons.

For a moment she thinks about trying to explain why she was so scared but perhaps not. "When you were in school the friend sent you flowers? Did you think you had really done something wrong?" Because she doesn't look the type. What's the worst Delilah has ever done in school? Not done her homework?

"I'm sorry to hear about that," the sound her father does make catches her attention, mainly because he has been silent the whole time up to now. Odd. Clearly the man isn't in a better place, at least that's how Salome interprets the noise her father makes. Salome goes to get the eggs and the vanilla, bringing them over to Delilah.

"We'll have to watch to make sure he doesn't stroke out on us."

Date: 2012-09-09 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
"That happens so often with the main character's wife. Like in Breaking Bad, or The Sopranos, or Boardwalk Empire." All extremely polarizing characters, those wives. If Delilah is going to be the wife of an extraordinarily antisocial man, you damn well bet she's going to be enabl-- ah, supportive.

Richard groans and buries his face in his hands to laugh at the mention of Cats. "Oh my God. Salome just about wore that tape out. I wish she had, Jesus Christ. Although it was adorable watching her dance and sing to it. I took a video of that once, I think I still have it somewhere." In the basement, maybe? Or in the box in his closet? One of the two, he'll have to check. That was adorable. It nearly killed him dead.

Delilah squeals, waving her free hand in excitement. "I loved Cats too, I had the VHS too. You have no idea. And the poems, too, T.S. Eliot is my absolute favorite poet. Johnny Depp definitely does all his own singing! And so does Helena Bonham Carter! And he has this growly singing voice and it's so dreamy. Ooh, Johnny Depp." She titters. "I loved Rango! I thought it was super cute, and hilarious."

Yeah, safe to say Delilah wasn't exactly an outlaw in school, although she did take advantage of her status as a 'good girl' to cut a lot of corners and skip classes when it struck her fancy. That was only when she was older, though, and tired of high school. "I did, I thought I was in trouble! I had no idea what I'd done. I'd been cutting class a lot around that time and I thought they were onto me." So edgy.

No, Delilah's father is one of those situations that sort of makes Richard wish he believed in a hell, because the thought of that quote-un-quote man rotting in fire and brimestone for all eternity makes him smile. Two sides of the same coin, these two girls. Both dysfunctional in similar manners, but one darker and sadder and much less willing than the other. If only the bastard were still alive, Richard would have liked the chance to kill him with his bare hands.

C'est la vie. If Delilah didn't have daddy issues, she wouldn't be Delilah, and wouldn't be his, and wouldn't put up with his bullshit or be turned on by the fact that he was an evil man through and through. So everything serves a purpose, he supposes.

One at a time, Delilah adds the eggs, then eyeballs the vanilla and adds in the caramel. Richard stands, stretching his legs while Delilah hands him the coffee then gives Salome the one full of the flour mixture. She plucks up an empty bowl and a spatula. "Okay! So Salome, you're going to pour a little bit of the flour in, and then your dad is going to pour twice that of the coffee, and I'm going to fold it all together. Then when it's all incorporated we'll do it again and again until everything's mixed together, all right? Ready, go!"

It's so exciting, doing this, it makes Delilah feel like she's got a little family. Even if it's just for pretend for now, it's a nice thought. She wasn't too sure about the idea of Richard already having a daughter, but she has to admit she really likes Salome, and it's so reassuring to see what a good father he is. Such a sweet little pair. It'd be so nice to be a part of a family like this.
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Date: 2012-09-09 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
"What? You have what?!" Blackmail, he has blackmail that's what that is and she is completely stunned by the idea that somewhere, in this house, is a little video of her dancing around like cats. There are tapes of dance performances to be sure, but those are on stage and are a little embarrassing because it includes a whole group of people other then just an inspired and passionate solo performance for her dad. "Oh man. . ." And it is all coming back to her. "Mom was not happy because I totally ruined her make up. . ."

ALL THE MEMORIES.

"It had to be authentic."

And equally as passionate: "You must destroy that. You have to, or I'll die or something, and it will be horrible you can't have that on your conscious." He can't do something like that to her, but he would, oh yeah. He doesn't need to have to polish his shotgun all he needs to do is pop in that tape (do they even have a VCR?) and push play. Her date will just laugh so hard he'll wet his pants and need to leave.

This conversation is not over.

"I bet he has some kind of a voice, I'm glad I wasn't the only one who loved hat movie, it didn't seem to get the credit that it deserved." She shakes her head slightly, still a little shaken up by the whole video idea. Adorable. Adorably life ending.

"Very naughty, skipping school." Yeah that's the kind of gal Delilah is, cutting class, maybe faking homework, nothing so horrible like smoking in the girls room or letting her boyfriend finger her in between classes. Standing up next to Delilah she picks up the flour mixture and waits for the instructions before nodding and a little flour to the bowl, waiting for her father to add the coffee as well.

Not so bad, really, and she isn't saying anything stupid, so it all works out. Maybe it helps that they are actually doing something and aren't just sitting around a table trying to make small talk and eat.

Date: 2012-09-09 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
"Oh, no, I intend to dig it out and make a duplicate so I don't have to worry about you destroying it. It's adorable, you'd love it, Delilah." That grin is so evil, the look he gets when murdering somebody looks downright beatific. "Man, when that video was on, it was like the world didn't exist. She was enthralled. I could have told her there was a van full of puppydogs covered in ice cream and she would have been too busy dancing along with the screen to hear me."

He has no conscience to have something like that on. He has no choice but to risk Salome's life, the video is too adorable to destroy. And, yes, good blackmail in case of emergencies.

Delilah giggles, charmed by the banter of a father and his oh-so-teenage daughter. "Now, Richard, don't tease her, she has an image of coolness to maintain. Don't be mean." Her grin widens at Salome's admonition. "I know, I was pretty hardcore." Though she totally smoked weed in the theater once. Most of her weed smoking back in those wild and crazy days was confined to strictly off-campus. But letting a boy finger her? Ha, haha. Please, she was practically still a virgin by the time Richard got his hands on her.

Yeah, nah. Unlikely. With the kind of trouble she'd get in at home for getting in trouble at school, and her desperation to please her father, the odds of real trouble-making were slim to none.

Once everything is all mixed, Delilah beams. "There we go! Nice and easy. And now we can divvy it up into cupcake containers and in twenty minutes we'll have cakes!" She beams, arranging her little cupcake papers into the tin, swatting Richard's hand without even looking as he tries to get at the bowl. "Isn't it easy! Simpler than you'd expect from the name, huh. Now we can make the whipped cream frosting!"

Denied his delicious cupcake batter, Richard turns on his tail and lopes slowly, easily, innocently toward the basement. "You ladies work on that. I need to...check on...something."

Date: 2012-09-09 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
"Ughhhhhhh, I am putting you in, like, the worst retirement home I can find, old man." Oh she totally would, no doubt, just let him find that tape, just let him and then when he shows it she will be googling the worst rated nursing home ever. Probably somewhere South. Like, in Mississippi. Or Georgia. Where they think the internet is the work of Satan and beating wives and burning crosses are acceptable forms of entertainment.

IT WILL BE HORRIBLE FOR YOU OLD MAN. YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY. RUE IT!

"He is so mean to me," she gives her father a look, sticking her tongue out at him. "You see how mean he is," Delilah will totally back her up here, and by back her up, means that the woman will give a face at her father but still love him none the less. Damn that worthless woman. DAMN HER.

Once everything is mixed in she goes to the counter and gets the cupcake containers and brings them back to where they did all the mixing. "Do you want to pour?" And then the actual cupcake tray, she can put the paper liners in the tray, it was a lot simpler actually but it probably wouldn't have been so enjoyable if she had to do all the work by herself, and clean up, yuck.

JERK DAD IS A JERK. She should go put cupcake batter in the VCR.

Date: 2012-09-09 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com
"It'll be totally worth it." Put batter in anything you want, Salome, he still has the camera that records VHS tapes and thus, has a little screen to play them back on. HAHA, BITCH. He definitely needs to transfer it onto DVD somehow. It can't be that tough, a little light Googling and the Internet will have his answer.

Delilah giggles away, patting Salome sympathetically on the shoulder. "Dads are butts. It's just his way of showing you he loves you. He is awfully mean, though...still, he's at least slightly cooler than most dads!"

Oh, Delilah. You have no idea how 'cool' he is. Though 'cool' is anything but the word.

"Sure, I can! Do you want to pour the whipping cream into a bowl and whip it until peaks start to form? That way we can have the frosting all set when they come out of the oven." Humming, she scrapes the batter into the little cups, then dips a pinkie finger into the leftover on the edge of the bowl. As she slides the pan into the oven, she gasps. "Ooh, this is tasty, try some!" She nudges the bowl toward Salome and turns to wash her hands once the oven is set for twenty minutes.

"Anyway, I think it's cute that he picks on you! You'd better get used to it now, because I'll bet he's never going to stop. You'll be forty and married with kids and he'll be sixty and still messing with you." She titters and shakes her head. "But I understand, when you're a teenager the last thing you want is your dad teasing you like that."

Date: 2012-09-09 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweetsalome.livejournal.com
HOW DOES HE EVEN DO THAT?! Foiled at every turn. Don't worry. Don't worry, she will get him. When the door is locked and night has fallen she will put on another performance of Cats for him. Including licking and rubbing, maybe a little purring.

It will be authentic.

Laughing she gives Delilah a look it could be because she used the word butts or because she thinks that Richard is a cool dad. She isn't sure what definition of the word "cool" that she is using but she isn't thinking that he is cool at all. He's a lot of things but maybe not cool. Not to say he is uncool but she doesn't want a cool and hip father. Richard is fine just as he is.

Even if he is an asshat.

"Uh, sure, how much whipping cream does I put?" Reaching over she dips her index finger in the bowl to lick it clean and hums thoughtfully. "Delicious," she nods her head, approving the taste, totally legit. She gets the cream from the fridge and a clean bowl to whip it into shape.

"I doubt that I will ever get married or have children," or her father letting her doing those things, yeah, Richard isn't looking to be a father in law, or a grandfather. It does bring forth a certain mental image that she enjoys toying with. "I get what you're saying though."

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