TW: RAPE AND VIVID/GORY WRITING!
I will put an asterix where this is discussed, then a summary at the VERY bottom, without going into detail.
"My Benjamin is majoring in aeronautics." Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
I give a tight-lipped smile and a short nod. "That's nice." I lift my glass, drinking the wine slowly to avoid having to speak anytime soon.
Benjamin smirks, although it looks more like a grimace, leaning back in the seat and sticking his hands on his hips, looking like a goddamn child. "I'm interested in Aeropostale." He says confidently, looking cocky.
"That's a clothing store." Luca's irritated voice cuts through the tense air, my champagne gurgles up my throat for a second while I try to stifle a laugh.
Benjamin narrows his eyes at him, a sneer forming on his thin lips. "Coincidence."
"Duh." Luca mocks him, leaning back in his own seat and sipping his whiskey.
I lower my glass down and run a hand over my chin to cover my smile, and when I glance at Liza, her own face is in some odd looking fake-yawn.
"Ivy you majored in chemistry in Russia right?" I freeze. My gaze once focused on my glass snaps up to meet Benjamin's eyes, that same threat sparkling in them.
I clear my throat, aware of the awaiting eyes surrounding me. "Yes." Stick to simple answers. Don't show the affect he has.
I straighten my shoulders, my face becomes stoic. "I heard your trip got cut off short." I give no reaction externally. "How come?" He cocks a challenging brow at me.
"College wasn't for me." Lie. Lie. Lie.
"Look at the time!" Eliza, sensing my discomfort, feigns a sigh and stands up. "You guys should get home. Don't want you driving out late now do we."
Speak for yourself, Eliza. I hope they skid off the streets and down a cliff. Except Carl, of course.
She fakes a smile and begins picking up the dishes.
She's cleaning. That's when you know she really wants you gone.
I can see both of their aggravation, while Carl recognizes our hastiness, standing up as well from next to me and ushering the rest to follow his movements.
With a last swig of my drink, I place the now empty glass one my equally cleaned plate and pick them up. I stack it on top of Carl's plate, putting his silverware on top of my own and moving to my right for Luca's plate.
Instead, he takes the stack from my hands and takes it in his own hold, and I allow him, worried my tired and slightly drunken state would mean these would end up as broken dishes, not clean ones. I mumble a "Thanks." And begin to pick up the silverware only, putting them on the top plate in his arms.
I hear quiet conversation, before Carl, my lord and savior, is able to drag his demon relatives from the room, giving me a small side hug along with an apologetic smile. I give a wave, understanding that he doesn't want to wait for their minds to be changed and needs to leave as soon as possible.
"Fucking idiots." My dad exclaims once he hears the door shutting closed from the foyer.
"I second that." Luca huffs, as he begins to move towards the kitchen, after he freakishly quickly cleared the table.
My dad pauses for a moment, before giving a light chuckle. He gives me a look, and a small gesture towards Luca, and finally, much to my dismay, sends me a wink. A fucking wink.
