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> fuck off Aria
it's a goddamn party <
calm down <
> you don't get to decide what I do with my fucking time
> fucking controlling bitch
> just because I work for you
fuck! Fine <
don't come <
if you want to miss a good time that's your problem <
not mine <
> fuck you
don't be such a fucking child <
> stop acting like my fucking mom then
[signed out] <
“Fuck!” Jack slammed her glass down on the table. “Fucking bitch.” It was one thing to invite your girlfriend to a party, but goddamn it, it was another to order her to one. Paid time for Aria was different, but getting off the clock and coming home to a goddamn outfit and a buzz on her omni-tool? Jack didn't fucking do skirts, even red leather ones. She hurled herself out of her chair and stalked to the liquor cabinet. The one perk of dating an absolute cunt was that you always had an excuse to drink, she thought.
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Tequila and a long email from Rodriguez calmed her down some; Jack only yelled “What?” at the knock on her door instead of cursing. The sight of Aria standing in her doorway made her eyes narrow and her jaw clench, but she didn't throw her out. She didn't get up, either. The tall asari crossed the living room, appraising Jack's mood with steady eyes. Aria leaned on the counter beside her lover.
“Come to apologize?” Jack said, lip curling.
“What are you so pissed about, Jack?”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
“Just tell me.” The human leaned back in her chair to glare up at Aria.
“'Party at 1520, got you something for it'?” she snapped.
“Is this about the dress?”
“What? Fuck you!” Aria folded her arms and waited. Jack scowled. “I don't like being handled. I don't like being scheduled. If you want me to do something with you, fucking ask. Christ, all you needed was a goddamn question mark or an 'if you want'.” The asari shrugged.
“You'd have a good time if you went. I didn't think I needed to ask if you wanted to get drunk and dance with me.”
“I just don't like being pushed around. I'm not your toy, Aria. Either we're together and I get a say, or I work for you and I'm not gonna fuck you anymore.”
“There. Was that so hard?”
“Get the fuck out.”
“All right, all right. Fuck. I'm sorry, okay?” Jack snorted. Aria sighed, and rolled her eyes after she made sure Jack was staring at the tabletop instead of watching her face. “Jack. Look. I know I don't fucking own you. I like you, all right? I thought we'd have fun at this thing. You don't want to come? Then don't. But I'd like it if you came with me.” Jack looked up at her, touched and disgusted with herself for caring so much about a few words. She'd never heard Aria apologize in her life; she hadn't even thought the asari knew how.
“You could have just said that, you know.” Aria put her hand on Jack's neck, fingers smooth and cool over her pulse.
“You could have just said why you were pissed.” Jack shrugged lop-sidedly, the barest hint of a smile teasing at the edges of her full lips.
“How the fuck else was I gonna get you down here?”
“Like that's hard.”
“Come on, we always fuck at your place.” Aria didn't bother to hide the fact that she rolled her eyes this time.
“Come here,” she said, and Jack knocked her chair over standing up for the kiss.