For muse_shuffle - May Disc One
How can you think you've won // When there can be no winners
(Tori Amos - ‘Apollo’s Frock’)
Once a month Evie returned to Manhattan to have dinner with her father. She usually stayed the night in a hotel, and returned to Princeton the next day. The hotel stay was the highlight of her trip with the massive spa, and ice cream sundae from room service. The concierge knew her by name now after five years of doing this, and even remembered to keep the same room free for her. The few times that her father had canceled on her, she’d still come to Manhattan to enjoy a night of indulgence. She always did it on her own, never once bringing a male friend along, or picking someone up in the bar. This time was sacred to her.
She loved her father, but she hated these dinners. He nearly always brought along one of his many nubile girlfriends who weren’t even old enough to drink, and who Evie inevitably wanted to stab in the eye with a shrimp fork. Their giggling, airhead, ignorant attitudes wore thin on her. It was even more wearing to watch her father pander to their every breathy requests, asking the waiters to put no more than one leaf of lettuce, and one slice of tomato on their plates because his girlfriend-of-the-day was on a diet. Oh, and could they please hold the dressing since it might have peanuts in it, or have been opened near something containing peanuts and might kill the poor girl.
He always took her-them-somewhere expensive and Evie had become quite a connoisseur regarding what made the food in a restaurant worthy of the price tags, not to mention which wine numbed the pain of listening and watching her father entertain his dates. She didn’t like to think she’d developed her promiscuity from watching her father behave like this over the years, but some nights she couldn’t help but wonder. Perhaps she hated dating purely because she’d seen how dates between people with nothing in common played out. Her father was in it for the sex, she knew that. Her methods just cut out the ridiculous chitchat and cut straight to the orgasms. The men she’d been with had known exactly what she’d wanted, and most times didn’t even have to bother with buying her dinner.
Evie thought she’d dealt with her mother’s death much better than her father, but she still had to admit she had missed out on a lot. She’d lacked a maternal figure since then, and her father had done the best he could while she’d been growing up but the second she’d left home it had felt like he’d changed. He flaunted all his girlfriends rather than keeping them separate from Evie, and he almost treated her like another one of his students.
She loved him, but he drove her insane. Just once she’d like a dinner with him alone, and no ditzy college girls. Just once she’d like to have a conversation with him that didn’t revolve around the fact she’d chosen nursing instead of psychology, and just once she’d like him to actually look her in the eyes with fatherly pride.
She was losing hope of any of that happening, and so Evie had resorted to playing the part of the petulant daughter, clearly too spoiled to play nice at these monthly dinners. She didn’t bother filtering her snide remarks regarding his dates, and she refused to be civil towards them. It was juvenile, but at least she was in control.
Evie Miller
House MD (Original Character)
Words: 581
(Tori Amos - ‘Apollo’s Frock’)
Once a month Evie returned to Manhattan to have dinner with her father. She usually stayed the night in a hotel, and returned to Princeton the next day. The hotel stay was the highlight of her trip with the massive spa, and ice cream sundae from room service. The concierge knew her by name now after five years of doing this, and even remembered to keep the same room free for her. The few times that her father had canceled on her, she’d still come to Manhattan to enjoy a night of indulgence. She always did it on her own, never once bringing a male friend along, or picking someone up in the bar. This time was sacred to her.
She loved her father, but she hated these dinners. He nearly always brought along one of his many nubile girlfriends who weren’t even old enough to drink, and who Evie inevitably wanted to stab in the eye with a shrimp fork. Their giggling, airhead, ignorant attitudes wore thin on her. It was even more wearing to watch her father pander to their every breathy requests, asking the waiters to put no more than one leaf of lettuce, and one slice of tomato on their plates because his girlfriend-of-the-day was on a diet. Oh, and could they please hold the dressing since it might have peanuts in it, or have been opened near something containing peanuts and might kill the poor girl.
He always took her-them-somewhere expensive and Evie had become quite a connoisseur regarding what made the food in a restaurant worthy of the price tags, not to mention which wine numbed the pain of listening and watching her father entertain his dates. She didn’t like to think she’d developed her promiscuity from watching her father behave like this over the years, but some nights she couldn’t help but wonder. Perhaps she hated dating purely because she’d seen how dates between people with nothing in common played out. Her father was in it for the sex, she knew that. Her methods just cut out the ridiculous chitchat and cut straight to the orgasms. The men she’d been with had known exactly what she’d wanted, and most times didn’t even have to bother with buying her dinner.
Evie thought she’d dealt with her mother’s death much better than her father, but she still had to admit she had missed out on a lot. She’d lacked a maternal figure since then, and her father had done the best he could while she’d been growing up but the second she’d left home it had felt like he’d changed. He flaunted all his girlfriends rather than keeping them separate from Evie, and he almost treated her like another one of his students.
She loved him, but he drove her insane. Just once she’d like a dinner with him alone, and no ditzy college girls. Just once she’d like to have a conversation with him that didn’t revolve around the fact she’d chosen nursing instead of psychology, and just once she’d like him to actually look her in the eyes with fatherly pride.
She was losing hope of any of that happening, and so Evie had resorted to playing the part of the petulant daughter, clearly too spoiled to play nice at these monthly dinners. She didn’t bother filtering her snide remarks regarding his dates, and she refused to be civil towards them. It was juvenile, but at least she was in control.
Evie Miller
House MD (Original Character)
Words: 581