museboxingring | DARIA OPEN POST 2016

"Mmmph mmm mmph mph?" Yeah, not the greatest time in the world, considering Casey shoved the donut in his mouth the moment he had it in his hand.

Might have cut down on the charm a bit. OK, try that again without his mouth crammed full of fried dough. He chews quickly and swallows hard. "Yeah, well...wouldn'ta waited till last night to get the tickets if I knew we were doin' this, you know?"

Well, he's not lying. He really wouldn't have. That took calling in a lot of favors with his Lawndale teammates and at least one back in New York, and it was only luck that he found someone willing to sell.

Nerd. Dork. How pleasant.

Despite that being probably true, it still was setting off a various amount of alarms. She had to tread carefully about it, because really, she just wanted to know the deal. Maybe just the thought process of that seemed very curious to her. She was nosy, blame her.

Daria wiped some of the sleep that formed on her eyes. She was still exhausted. She stayed up late, maybe if she knew he was coming around, well...

"Sounds all pretty last minute for the Stanley Cup. Tickets must've been hard to get generally, I figured."

He finished the donut while she was talking, licking his fingers of glaze. They were about to turn onto the freeway, and he was starting to get the impression that he might be on the edge of being in trouble.

Call it the intuition of a serial troublemaker, but his eyes get just a little more shifty, he fidgets just a little more with the wheel.

"Well...yeah. Took me a while to come up with the cash."

The weird thing is that all of this stuff is true, but he still feels like a complete heel for saying it anyway. He didn't want to tell her that she was second choice, and he didn't want to lie to her, and he hadn't had to do either yet!

...So why is guilt starting to pool in his gut?

Edited 2016-02-10 04:55 (UTC)

Daria was now looking right at him. Oh, okay, now this was happening. She could see the shifty movements settle in. The ones that wouldn't exist if he didn't have anything to hide. Really, she just wanted him to be HONEST. She tried hard to not seem like she wanted to rip into him. But now he was slowing up, and now she just couldn't find reason to slow it up.

She needed to know the deal now.

Because none of this seemed right.

"So why didn't you try to contact me and I could've help with the cash or paid my own ticket? Even if it were yesterday, we could've met up. I had the money to do it right then and there."

Another really good question, but this time...Casey didn't have an answer. Couldn't even make one up. He just kind of resorts to sputtering.

"Well...That's 'cause...It's just...if you're gonna...I mean...!"

Yeah...he really has nothing. Nothing but a weak and crooked smile and the knowledge that Daria is going to yell at him. Well, OK, Daria-yell. Which sounds exactly like normal Daria speak but still manages to be yelling. Somehow.

"...Busted?"

This was the prime time in which Daria found it necessary to shut off the radio for now. So the only noise could be the cars in the distance. It was serious now, and Daria now had to tread the most carefully. She thought he trusted her more than this. Maybe she was a spoil sport and cold at times, but hell if she didn't appreciate honesty first.

She was disappointed. Not angry, yet. Not willing to have him turn around. Yet.

Her stare wasn't so piercing as just insistent. That one stare that seemed to want something specific.

"Casey," Daria started. "What happened? Tell me. That's all I want. You should know by now that I just want you to be honest with me. Hiding doesn't do anything. I don't think you're a liar, but you're obviously avoiding something."

Ah, jeeze...She's mad at him? Or he thinks she's mad at him? Maybe she's building up to be mad at him? Whatever, he's blown it, and now he has to try and salvage this.

"Look, it's no big deal...you know my bro Nick, right? From the hockey team? Well, he called me up yesterday tellin' me that he found a way to get tickets, right? So I spend all night settin' things up, and what happens when I'm buyin' provisions? He freakin' ditches me last minute!"

Casey threw one of his hands up to gesture. "Wouldn't even give me my money back for the tickets. So I spent all this cash and had no one to go with and I figured, hey, Daria's not busy! Maybe she'll go with me."

In retrospection, he tried to spare her feelings. He didn't want to make her feel like second fiddle, so he kept it from her. Just because he thought that was being nice. It was rough for him considering his friend bailed.

Of course, that conclusion didn't come then.

The emotionally crippled side of Daria felt...a little betrayed. He didn't tell HER this. He had her get on the van like it was a simple slip of time management. Casey really could've buzzed her the night before. At least ask her about it. He assumed she wasn't busy? The hell does that mean? That she was something convenient always sitting around like a true back up plan?

Daria hated lying. That was where her brain went. Casey wasn't a liar but that did seem dishonest to her at face value.

"That doesn't mean you should keep it from me and assume I'd be okay with it," she said, a bit coldly. Daria crossed her arms now, agitated officially.

Edited 2016-02-18 05:43 (UTC)

"Well, I mean...It's not like you're ever busy over the weekend. I jus', ya know...figured you wouldn't wanna hear about all that stuff!"

He would have taken a "no." She didn't have to come with him, no matter how much he insisted. She wants to be along for the ride, right? He'd even turn around right now if she wanted!

He really hopes that's not what she wants, but he's sure she knows he would.

She came with him anyway. She said "yes". Daria was equal to blame. If there wasn't some desire to go, she would've said "no". But she didn't. She came along and thought that was the better option. Maybe there was a desire to figure things out, sure. There was that quick window available, and she took it. She took that hidden desire to spend time with him on a Saturday.

He wasn't wrong, he wasn't wrong at all in that statement, and it was the fallacy in her own argument. Yet she didn't like hearing it, and she didn't like feeling like that second fiddle, and she didn't like how her feelings along with some of her own pride suddenly got hurt.

She spent a few moments not saying anything. Daria looked out the window instead, not sure if she did want to say anything about turning around or not.

Staring out the window. In terms of hurting a girl's feelings, silently staring out the window was, like, a DEFCON 2 situation.

Maybe it was his fault? Maybe it wasn't? What Casey knew without any "maybes" was that if he didn't do something to salvage this, he may not be doing anything with Daria again.

But what...

Suddenly, Casey changed lanes, with about .2 seconds of signaling, hitting the exist too fast and whipping into a 7-11, coming to a fast stop.

"Be right back!" And after untangling himself from the seatbelt, he tore from the van and bolted inside the store.

Daria knew it was wrong to stay quiet and considered maybe trying to piece it together would at least be doing something vocal. That was before Casey decided to switch lanes like a crazy person. Then she wasn't thinking about it anymore, she was focused on this. She could feel her stomach lurch and the urge to smack him for this kind of reckless driving.

Her insides were sensitive, and literally felt like they needed to escape her body by the time they got to the 7-11.

Great, he left. Good going, Daria. You should feel good for grilling the guy who invited you to come along. Even if you were second, and basically insinuated that there was nothing better you could do. Brains are homebodies, and you shouldn't have gone. You should've said "no".

At risk of everything else, at that point. She was frustrated all over again. She was frustrated at Casey, and she was frustrated at being frustrated. In her efforts to be right and self righteous, she was sure she totally offended the nerd who probably was stuck not knowing what to do. Just as much as she was.

She sat, and waited, feeling the sickness finally leave from the driving. Now there was just nerves.

And out the window of the car and through the window of the 7-11, she'll see Casey rooting through the shelves, rushing to the counter, and nearly colliding with a grouchy trucker on the way out the door. A little back-and-forth shouting and then Casey dashes back to the van, clutching something to his chest.

"OK!" He breathes as he jumps into the driver's seat, "I get it, yo. Hockey's not your thing. That's cool."

He thrusts a cheap spiral notebook and 7-11 branded pen at her. "Figured you could write, like...uh, whatever while the game was going on!" He'd press-ganged her into this, so he might as well give her the option of doing what she wanted too, right?

...Right?

"Ooooooor we could...just turn around?"

She stared at Casey rummaging through shelves. She stared when he barreled back. She stared at the notebook. She stared at the pen. She stared at Casey. Back to the stuff she was given.

Daria moved the pen between her fingers as she rooted through the pages with her other hand. That clean slate of a blank notebook was something a bit rewarding. She knew Jane felt the same about a new sketchbook.

Was he...trying to cheer me up? Make me feel validated?

It seemed confusing. She knew Casey long enough to know he sucked at being overly deep. But he...usually made it up with being sincere. In a way, this would a cheap tactic. But at the same time, this was a way of showing he understood her feelings. He understood her interests, he understood his own unpreparedness for the whole thing.

"If I didn't know any better," Daria then said, not in a judgmental way. "I'd say this was your way of bribing me."

Casey's face broke out into a genuine, if slightly subdued, grin.

"Heh...well, the donuts sure didn't work." He's not sure he's out of the woods on this one, but she's taken his offering! That's good start!

...Yeah, it turns out that swagger is over-rated when it comes to this stuff. He had the image of sweeping Daria off her feet and charming her into having a great time and that sure didn't work. It's not like he meant to drag her off if she didn't want to go but...she doesn't seem to do anything on the weekends and it makes no sense to Casey.

Doesn't she get bored? And even if she didn't...he still kind of wanted her to sit around with him. The hockey game had been just an excuse in a long line of reasons she might want to as well, last minute and impulsive as it had been.

He turns the Party Wagon on, but waits for some kind of signal as to where they'll be going. He knows what he hopes, and his crooked smile gets a little wider in an attempt to influence her, but it's not up to him.

Daria was bored by choice, as sad as it sounds. She kept to her comforts. She was happier that way. No excitement. That was always better. Sleep a long time and make herself rested before the next school week. Because the week always wore her out in many ways.

But she said yes.

She did.

It came out of her mouth.

She was sitting in this car.

"Well," she said with a small smirk. "The donuts worked a little." That was mostly a joke but she seemed to feel better. A little bit. This was this guy's version of trying. Cheap as it was, there was that really genuine thing here that he wanted her to have fun. She wasn't second rate and her presence mattered. That felt...very nice. She inhaled, exhaled, and buckled up again. "Luckily, I answer well to bribes. But I don't think you would to bumper to bumper traffic. We better hit the road."

He'd done right by her, that much he was sure about now. He backed out of the parking lot and drove back up the ramp, flipping the radio back on, if a little quieter than it had been before.

"We'll hit it anyway. The playoffs get every carnage-loving psycho in the US!" It's a term he uses with clear fondness. Those are his people, after all. "They're gonna be spittin' teeth all over the ice!"

His enthusiasm, as well as his perma-grin, were restored, but there was one little bump he'd have to get over and...it wasn't one in the road.

"Hey, uh...sorry I wasn't totally upfront with you."

"I'll take the fact you technically called us carnage-loving psychos as a compliment," Daria said as she got herself comfortable, smiling a little bit. What an idiot, what a really sweet idiot though.

She placed the notebook on her lap and looked right at him as they started off again.

Daria took a listen to what Casey then said, and seemed to...take it in. This was weird for her now. At a time like now when she wouldn't be doing anything, she was willingly now going to watch a hockey game with some guy. Genuinely, with no hesitations.

What an odd feeling. What a truly odd feeling. To want to be doing something else on a Saturday with someone that WASN'T Jane.

Then he apologized. He apologized. To her.

Hm.

"That's...alright," she said, with some hesitation. This was so weird to her. She continued. "I was a jerk, too. You didn't deserve that."

"Good, cause it totally was." Not a hint of irony in his face or voice. It doesn't come to him like it does to her.

He's well aware that the fact that she came with him was a pretty big deal, but it's all alien to him, the way she thinks, the way she closes herself off to the world at large. That's not even because of her intellect, which he knows outstrips his own in a lot of ways. How do you...do that? Just sit around all the time choosing to let the world go by. Casey would hop a train on a whim if he thought it would take him somewhere interesting.

"Ahhh, it's no big," he says with an easy-going shrug, "I kinda sprung this on you."

He keeps looking at her in glances as he drives down the road, happy, but with a tinge of...curiosity? At least that's what his cocked head -more cocked then usual- indicates.

It was hard to explain to someone like Casey maybe right off that bat. If he couldn't come up with the conclusions as to why she was who she was, then he could perhaps ask. At least Daria felt like he respected it, even if he couldn't understand it. They really were opposites, weren't they? He was reckless and a go-getter, mostly positive but also has a temper no one should have to experience. He thought for himself though, and didn't push people around or follow the crowd.

Yet, here she was, feeling all kinds of satisfied, comfortable, and uncomfortable.

She fiddled more with her new pen as she continued to look outside for a moment. The traffic already started up, and soon enough, they were stuck in it.

Great.

So with the now trapped in a car feeling, Daria felt like...letting loose. In her own way.

She turned to Casey, inquisitive now. The more she thought about some things, the more it bothered her.

"So, why me then," Daria went up and asked. "Why invite me over here? Honestly."

Well, this was why he bought snacks. Actually, what he should have done was camp out the night before, but that's even harder to get people to do.

He might have asked what was on his mind, certainly nothing was stopping him, not least his own impulse control...but he didn't know how to phrase it when Daria asked her own question.

"...Whaddya mean? Why wouldn't I wanna go with you?" It's not even that he doesn't know that many people who would be willing to go with him...Mostly not that, anyway.

Ah, here it came. She could feel it inside her gut. It was Daria's desire to know things, as she usually was someone who liked details. She wasn't usually nosy, however. Not usually, but maybe sometimes.

"It's not just about the hockey game really. Let's face it, we're not really too much alike," she said to him straight. "You might've noticed that I'm not really a people person to begin with. I'm the "Brain". I like books, not people."

Maybe she still felt bad for snapping at him earlier, perhaps.

"I distrust people on a regular basis because it's better that way for me. Yet...here we are hanging out. Hanging out with The Brain doesn't do you any good publicity wise and you probably got flack for it."

"...Geeze, Dar, you sure I'm not ruining your rep?"

It's the kind of thing that comes out of a person who is genuinely surprised to hear that come out of someone. What did Daria care if Casey got flack for hanging out with her...no, who would even give him flack for that?

Casey feels like something has been laid bare for him, but it's tangled up in Daria-isms and he can't get at it to really see what she's told him.

"Seriously, who cares about all that stuff, 'cause it ain't me. I'm hanging out with you 'cause I like you!"

Was that not enough, somehow? For Daria? He needs a line from her, 'cause all of a sudden he has the distinct feeling he's drowning in quicksand.

"Trust me, you couldn't wreck a rep that's been already tracking through waist deep mud."

It was weird for her maybe. Not many people actively hung out with her because they liked her. Jane being the obvious exception. But Jane was Jane...Casey was totally different. For someone who made herself so unapproachable, she sure seemed to feel emotionally stinted at times for people she actually cared about.

She didn't care about what people thought of her and who she hung out with, but it was hard for her to feel the same about someone like Casey. Casey, being far more outgoing and sport-y.

For that moment, that did send off a few insecurity alarms inside. She should feel like she should hold some responsibility for it. Stupid as that was when she replayed that reasoning in her mind.

Casey seemed to catch on that, and now it seemed like she was interrogating him again. Daria, you really suck at this. You really do.

"Right," she said with a hum in her voice. Then there was a deep pause from her, as she turned to hide a small flush that appeared in her cheeks. "That's...that's nice."

Edited 2016-03-05 21:31 (UTC)

"...Were you...not talking about me the first time?"

He shakes his head in slight exasperation. "I just don't get it. You know the only thing I care about people thinkin' that Casey Jones is the raddest guy on two blades! What's it matter to you what anyone thinks of me goin' out with you?"

Still lost, still confused. At least he can tell from the way she turns away that she's flattered. Staring out the window after a compliment, by contrast to earlier, is a great sign.

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