be the good girl you always have to be
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be the good girl you always have to be
"... and really, Phoebe, did it have to be the top of the Astronomy building? I mean, you could have gone anywhere else - literally anywhere else - but you just had to choose my old building. You just had to."
She'd known this would happen, this long, impassioned speech from her father telling her just how disappointed he was in her for running around starkers on top of Ablesky Hall at midday, but at the time it had seemed like a consequence worth bearing. She should have remembered how terribly dull her father could be when he was upset with her.
Well. At least her roommate had to suffer through it too - Phoebe hated the idea of her off having a good time while she had to sit through her father's lecture. Not that Molly knew the first thing about having a good time, but no matter.
"Do you have any idea how many of my old professors have commed me to tell me just how unsurprised they are that my daughter turned out this way? Do you realize how hard I worked to convince the galaxy I'd gotten my act together? Now everyone in the office is calling me the man whose daughter broadcast her arse to space. Really classy, Phoebe. I'm glad you take your reputation so seriously."
Unable to take it any longer, Phoebe slumped back in her seat, hands over her eyes, and let forth an anguished moan. "Aaaagh, DAD. Do you have to go on like this? I get it, I was wrong, I'm terribly sorry for all of it. Can't we just move past all this silliness and enjoy a quiet meal?"
Fabian turned to her, furrowing his brow. "No, Miss Pratchett, you absolutely may not enjoy a quiet meal, not after the ruckus you caused. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Yawning, Phoebe turned to the befuddled waiter, who had approached some fifteen seconds before but who was clearly to uncomfortable to interrupt her father's diatribe.
"Well, I think I'll have the Straverian Pizza, if you don't mind - and a rather large glass of Andosian wine to go with it."
She'd known this would happen, this long, impassioned speech from her father telling her just how disappointed he was in her for running around starkers on top of Ablesky Hall at midday, but at the time it had seemed like a consequence worth bearing. She should have remembered how terribly dull her father could be when he was upset with her.
Well. At least her roommate had to suffer through it too - Phoebe hated the idea of her off having a good time while she had to sit through her father's lecture. Not that Molly knew the first thing about having a good time, but no matter.
"Do you have any idea how many of my old professors have commed me to tell me just how unsurprised they are that my daughter turned out this way? Do you realize how hard I worked to convince the galaxy I'd gotten my act together? Now everyone in the office is calling me the man whose daughter broadcast her arse to space. Really classy, Phoebe. I'm glad you take your reputation so seriously."
Unable to take it any longer, Phoebe slumped back in her seat, hands over her eyes, and let forth an anguished moan. "Aaaagh, DAD. Do you have to go on like this? I get it, I was wrong, I'm terribly sorry for all of it. Can't we just move past all this silliness and enjoy a quiet meal?"
Fabian turned to her, furrowing his brow. "No, Miss Pratchett, you absolutely may not enjoy a quiet meal, not after the ruckus you caused. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Yawning, Phoebe turned to the befuddled waiter, who had approached some fifteen seconds before but who was clearly to uncomfortable to interrupt her father's diatribe.
"Well, I think I'll have the Straverian Pizza, if you don't mind - and a rather large glass of Andosian wine to go with it."
Re: be the good girl you always have to be
There more time Molly spent with her roommate and her father together, the more she started to feel like she was intruding on a personal family matter, and should not have been part of this conversation at all. The matter seemed a private one, better discussed where father and daughter could have a heart-to-heart without worrying about outsiders listening in on them. The more of the interaction she witnessed, the harder her conscience stung.
Yet, she felt, it might appear rude if she just got up to leave right now - They could think that they had offended her somehow, and it would add to their burdens. She had accepted the invitation, after all. If she withdrew that judgement now, who knew what conclusions they could draw from that.
And so, she was reduced to awkwardly staring at the two of them as she contemplated the matter of the conflict.
Molly had, in fact, been present when the incident occurred, but had been unable to stop her room mate from her crime (another reason why the man's lecture made her uncomfortable. The young woman felt that she should at least receive part of his scorn along side with Phoebe, but again, did not want to ínterrupt him. Perhaps he was getting there. That, at least, would be a suitable explanation for why he had invited her along).
She almost felt relieved when the moment was disrupted by the waiter, but knit her brows together ever so slightly at Phoebe's words. The blatant disrespect toward her father, as well as the girls actual order both bothered her quite a bit. And while it wasn't really her place to comment on the former, she could perhaps do something about the latter.
"U-um... Are you sure it's a good idea to drink right now, Phoebe?", she said quietly, "Especially when you're having it with something heavy, like pizza, you will feel bad later. Y-you... you haven't had a proper breakfast, and everything else you ate today was just snacks. Um-"
She bit her lip, and looked down at the table, after having caught herself talking for too long.
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