la cucaracha! la cucaracha! [closed]

[subourbon]

WHO: Clone Club + "friends"
WHERE: Mexico!
WHEN: Feb 17 onwards
WHAT: Clone Club's first family vacation across the border! They're probably all going to fight over the bathroom, tbh
WARNINGS: N/A

Comments

[doubleblind]

Haven't heard of it.

[Cosima leans back in the chair, setting aside her now finished ice cream. She holds out a hand toward Chloe expectantly.]

You like it there?

[helladoomed]

[Chloe just smirks and reaches out, her hand hovering over Cosima's. If someone were watching, it would almost look like they were about to hold hands...except after a moment, a joint appeared in a shimmer of light on Cosima's palm, and Chloe dragged her own had back.]

Nope. Spent the last couple years trying to get away.

[doubleblind]

[Cosima grins, still amazed at Chloe's ability. Seeing objects just appear out of thin air will never get old.]

Yeah? That bad?

[helladoomed]

I don't know. [Chloe shrugs.] I'm probably, ya know, massively biased since I was trapped there.

[doubleblind]

[She takes a long drag from her joint before sitting up, looking Chloe in the eye.]

What made you feel trapped there?

[Cosima had always felt free in her own home, had never wanted to get away from Berkeley, though opportunities she couldn't pass up had sent her elsewhere.]

[helladoomed]

[Chloe frowns at that question, leaning back in her chair more with her spoon in her mouth for a decent chunk of seconds before she pulled it out and shrugged.]

I don't...I mean, there wasn't any way for me to get free of it. After dad died, money got...hard. And then mom married fuckin' David and he started treating me like a little soldier and..

[She stops, and after a second she smiles, mostly to herself.]

Then I met Rachel, and she felt trapped too. And we were gonna just...run away. To California or wherever. Away.

[doubleblind]

[Cosima listens intently, struck by why Chloe and Sarah get along so well. That desire to run away, it's not something Cosima's ever had.]

Who's Rachel?

[helladoomed]

Uh. She's... [Her ex wasn't right, it wasn't enough. But...]

Rachel is my...I loved her. [It's a quiet admittance, but completely honest. Even the anger of things she had learned about Rachel couldn't make that fade.]

We were gonna have a future and shit, go out and...I don't know. Live. See the world.

[doubleblind]

What happened to her?

[Cosima pauses after asking the question, wondering if that was the right thing to say. Maybe it was too personal.]

[helladoomed]

[There's a hitch in her voice when she answers. Wounds like these would close eventually right? Maybe?...]

She died.

[Once she said it, Chloe seemed to...shrink a little in her chair, and she almost immediately conjured up a joint and lit it, taking a long puff. Ah, 'dealing.']

[doubleblind]

[Cosima pulls her into a hug immediately. She hadn't meant to bring up a bad subject, especially after the day Chloe had had. Hopefully, she won't mind if the clone hugs continue.]

I'm so sorry, man.

[helladoomed]

[She hadn't expected that hug, but she didn't mind it either, especially with the sudden melancholy. She sucked in a slow breath.]

I just try not to think about it much, you know?

[doubleblind]

Not a terrible plan. But if you ever wanna talk about it, we're here for you, okay?

[Cosima hopes that not too much, that it won't scare Chloe off.]

[helladoomed]

Yeah, okay.

[She sighs, shifting a bit in the hug so she can take a puff of her joint.]

I'll probably just do my 'drink, get high and repress' deal. It's worked so far.

[It's half a joke, at least.]

[doubleblind]

And as great as that coping strategy is... My offer's always open.