DUPLICITY → CONTACT

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[trigeminalheadache]

[ caitlin can feel that frustration. it's visceral, running down to her bones. part of her wants things to be easy, to just contract with someone to make this all a bit more bearable. but when has she ever chosen the easy path? especially when it's something like this, something that goes against the very fiber of her being. ]

I'm okay. The clinic pays well, the bar pays okay and the tips help. Money isn't an issue right now.

[ right now. because that could always change at a moment's notice. ]

[girlwednesday]

[Money isn't an issue, but she knows what it's like when you're not allowed to buy things without permission or wander freely without permission.

It's an impulse, but she nods at her friend.]

I think you should keep the dress. It's gonna look much better on you than it ever did on me.

[trigeminalheadache]

What?

[ she’d been rubbing the fabric of the skirt between her thumb and forefinger, testing it. feeling the weight and flexibility, trying to imagine how it would hang on her once she gets it on. the statement gives her pause, the material slipping from her grasp. ]

Felicity. I... I can’t take your dress.

[girlwednesday]

Of course you can.

[it's not like she didn't have another dozen dresses in the closet for every occasion, plus she'd seen the way Caitlin's eyes had lit up when she'd seen it. the color really was perfect for her and it was something that she knew her friend would get use out of. it was definitely time to part with the dress and Caitlin was the perfect person to gift it to.

excited and feeling good about her decision now that she'd made it, she bounced a little on the balls of her feet.]

I think it'll look good on the floor of his room.

[yeah, she follows it with a wink.]

[trigeminalheadache]

[ she sputters at the remark, turning a suitable shade of red to the tips of her ears. little did felicity know just how close she and steve had come to skipping the dinner or pretense of a date back in the caves. they'd both been hit with... something there, and both had held on to their last ounce of self-control to keep from going further than they did. ]

It's not like that. He's... [ her face lights up, though now it's less the blushing and more... something deeper. ] He's a gentleman. And not in the fakely chivalrous doing-it-just-so-women-appreciate-him way.