Carrot Cake 25, Coffee 10: Pottery
Title: Pottery
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Carrot cake 25 (bend), coffee 10 (vase), cookie crumbs (to section 3 of this).
Word Count: 766
Rating: PG
Summary: Gina and Olivia talk about things and make pottery. Or try to, anyway.
"...but seriously, what do you think of her?" Gina cut her new vase off the potter's wheel and transferred it carefully to the nearby table. "Your turn on the wheel."
Olivia took over the seat as Gina vacated it. "Lily? She's nice enough, I guess." She leaned forward and scraped the clay bits off the wheel. Her curly hair fell forward, and oh-so-conveniently hid her expression.
Gina nearly snorted, but stopped herself before she made so unladylike a sound. She'd been rooming with Olivia long enough at this point to know the other girl's every evasion tactic, and this one was hardly impressive. "Cute, Livvy."
Olivia shook her hair back and lifted an eyebrow. "Explain."
"You're dodging the question," Gina said, "which means you don't like her." She bent over and eyed her vase carefully. It was a little lopsided on the right, but it wasn't bad, considering that this was only her third or fourth try on the wheel.
A wet smack sounded as Olivia threw her clay on the wheel, then a whirring buzz as she started it up. Gina turned away from her vase to watch; this was only Olivia's second attempt at the wheel, and the first had ended interestingly enough that she wanted to see the second.
Fortunately, Olivia was concentrating on the clay. "No, I do like her," she said, absently. "She's very sweet, and she's not rude like India was."
"India was a bit of a bitch," Gina admitted.
Olivia snorted. "She made my mother look reasonable sometimes," she said, and Gina laughed. "No, seriously, Lily's perfectly nice."
"Mmhmm." So far the pottery appeared to be going well. Gina turned back to her vase and began to etch small designs around the top, trying not to break through the wall. "You know, you only call someone nice when you can't think of anything more enthusiastic to say about them."
"Is that a general you or a specific you?"
Gina considered that for a moment. "Both, I guess."
Olivia giggled. "Well, she is nice, and I can't think of anything more enthusiastic to say. Sorry."
"That's okay. Better lukewarm than loathing." A nice little abstract pattern was starting to take shape around the top of the vase. It might look even better if she cut every other triangle out. She thought it would give it a pretty lacey look, but if she messed up, she'd have to get rid of the vase and throw a whole new one... "And you do like her, right?"
"Yeah," Olivia said, slightly muffled. Gina turned around and saw that her hair had fallen forward again, and she was trying to shove it out of the way using only her shoulder and without much success. "She does treat you well, and I do appreciate that."
"Especially after the last two, huh?" Gina slid off the stool she sat on and went over to Olivia, bent and pulled her hair back. "Why don't you wear this up when you throw clay? It'd keep it out of the way."
"It's too heavy to stay up," Olivia said. "It ate ponytail holders while I was in high school."
If by "ate" Olivia meant "snapped," Gina could believe it. She shook her head, and pulled Olivia's hair apart into three sections. "So braid it," she said, doing just that. "It shouldn't fall out that way."
A faint flush rose on Olivia's cheekbones. "Yeah, well... I can't."
Gina paused, halfway through. "You don't know how to braid hair."
"I know how!" Olivia said, flushing worse. "I just can't. At least not my own."
"Then I'll have to teach you," Gina said, firmly, and would have said more if the top of Olivia's vase hadn't chosen that moment to fly off and spatter both of them with clay.
Olivia jerked backwards and slammed into Gina, who managed, somehow, to keep her feeet. But there was wet clay on her face and the top of her shirt, and heaven only knew how much damage Olivia had done to her shirt.
There was a moment of silence. Olivia lowered her clay-spattered hands, slowly.
A strangled giggle escaped Gina.
A couple minutes later, tears were leaking from the corner of Olivia's eyes and Gina was leaning on her roommate to keep from falling over. "Oh, man," Olivia said, and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. When she looked up again, a smear of clay decorated her eyebrow. "I better clean up in here before Professor Kearney comes back."
"Yeah, that wouldn't be good. Let me help," she said, and went to get a towel.
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Carrot cake 25 (bend), coffee 10 (vase), cookie crumbs (to section 3 of this).
Word Count: 766
Rating: PG
Summary: Gina and Olivia talk about things and make pottery. Or try to, anyway.
"...but seriously, what do you think of her?" Gina cut her new vase off the potter's wheel and transferred it carefully to the nearby table. "Your turn on the wheel."
Olivia took over the seat as Gina vacated it. "Lily? She's nice enough, I guess." She leaned forward and scraped the clay bits off the wheel. Her curly hair fell forward, and oh-so-conveniently hid her expression.
Gina nearly snorted, but stopped herself before she made so unladylike a sound. She'd been rooming with Olivia long enough at this point to know the other girl's every evasion tactic, and this one was hardly impressive. "Cute, Livvy."
Olivia shook her hair back and lifted an eyebrow. "Explain."
"You're dodging the question," Gina said, "which means you don't like her." She bent over and eyed her vase carefully. It was a little lopsided on the right, but it wasn't bad, considering that this was only her third or fourth try on the wheel.
A wet smack sounded as Olivia threw her clay on the wheel, then a whirring buzz as she started it up. Gina turned away from her vase to watch; this was only Olivia's second attempt at the wheel, and the first had ended interestingly enough that she wanted to see the second.
Fortunately, Olivia was concentrating on the clay. "No, I do like her," she said, absently. "She's very sweet, and she's not rude like India was."
"India was a bit of a bitch," Gina admitted.
Olivia snorted. "She made my mother look reasonable sometimes," she said, and Gina laughed. "No, seriously, Lily's perfectly nice."
"Mmhmm." So far the pottery appeared to be going well. Gina turned back to her vase and began to etch small designs around the top, trying not to break through the wall. "You know, you only call someone nice when you can't think of anything more enthusiastic to say about them."
"Is that a general you or a specific you?"
Gina considered that for a moment. "Both, I guess."
Olivia giggled. "Well, she is nice, and I can't think of anything more enthusiastic to say. Sorry."
"That's okay. Better lukewarm than loathing." A nice little abstract pattern was starting to take shape around the top of the vase. It might look even better if she cut every other triangle out. She thought it would give it a pretty lacey look, but if she messed up, she'd have to get rid of the vase and throw a whole new one... "And you do like her, right?"
"Yeah," Olivia said, slightly muffled. Gina turned around and saw that her hair had fallen forward again, and she was trying to shove it out of the way using only her shoulder and without much success. "She does treat you well, and I do appreciate that."
"Especially after the last two, huh?" Gina slid off the stool she sat on and went over to Olivia, bent and pulled her hair back. "Why don't you wear this up when you throw clay? It'd keep it out of the way."
"It's too heavy to stay up," Olivia said. "It ate ponytail holders while I was in high school."
If by "ate" Olivia meant "snapped," Gina could believe it. She shook her head, and pulled Olivia's hair apart into three sections. "So braid it," she said, doing just that. "It shouldn't fall out that way."
A faint flush rose on Olivia's cheekbones. "Yeah, well... I can't."
Gina paused, halfway through. "You don't know how to braid hair."
"I know how!" Olivia said, flushing worse. "I just can't. At least not my own."
"Then I'll have to teach you," Gina said, firmly, and would have said more if the top of Olivia's vase hadn't chosen that moment to fly off and spatter both of them with clay.
Olivia jerked backwards and slammed into Gina, who managed, somehow, to keep her feeet. But there was wet clay on her face and the top of her shirt, and heaven only knew how much damage Olivia had done to her shirt.
There was a moment of silence. Olivia lowered her clay-spattered hands, slowly.
A strangled giggle escaped Gina.
A couple minutes later, tears were leaking from the corner of Olivia's eyes and Gina was leaning on her roommate to keep from falling over. "Oh, man," Olivia said, and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. When she looked up again, a smear of clay decorated her eyebrow. "I better clean up in here before Professor Kearney comes back."
"Yeah, that wouldn't be good. Let me help," she said, and went to get a towel.