thecapitol | A sleepover

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A sleepover

Who| Diana and Eponine [Closed]
What| ~~SLEEPOVER~~! Diana's come to drag details out of Eponine.
Where| Eponine's Room
When| idk now?
Warnings/Notes| Diana and Eponine talking so... Minor swearing. Traumatic pasts. Talk of sex. All the good stuff.

There's a loud, attention grabbing rapping at Eponine's door.

Diana stands there, what appears to be a pillowcase stuffed with many different objects judging from it's lumpiness in one hand, the other balancing 4 large drinks in a cup holder.

She must have knocked by kicking the door.

"Hey Eppy...nine." She greets her when the door opens, eyes sweeping over the other girl. Only just correcting herself so as not to irritate Eponine too early.

Diana wears casual clothes but looks good anyway, as usual. Those maroon jeggings hug her shapely legs and her thick hair is pulled to one side and plaited into a messy braid that frames her pretty face. Even if it looks as though she's only done it to keep it out of the way it's attractive.

"You gonna let me in? Because this is heavy and I'm not balancing all this for shits and giggles." She jangles the pillowcase. "I brought food." She spoke as if this were the most tempting offer in the world, though, to be fair, to her it was.

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Eponine hasn't really slept much since the Peacekeepers came to take Maximus and Terezi away. Not that she's particularly bothered about either Maximus or Terezi being arrested, but she IS bothered by the idea that Eva might be being tortured - no, is definitely being tortured - and she's quite determined that she's going to get her Mama out. So she's neglected to get dressed, either today or any other day since the arrest. Her hair is a messy tangle scragged up at the nape of her neck. Her clothes are pyjamas, several days old and smelling slightly of bins.

"Miss... Diana?" Eponine asks incredulously before she opens her door. When she actually does, Diana will be able to see that her room is a tip. She's destroyed her bedding, ripping it up to tie bits of scrap metal that she randomly has in her room together in a cross shape. Her expression is not compromising.

"What do you want? If you are here to tease me, go away, for I have not the patience for idiots today."

Diana's frowns and lets her makeshift sack drop beside her. "That's hardly the greeting for someone offering you food, is it?"

And without asking again if she can enter she moves into the room, looking for a clear space to put down the drinks. "Can you make a space for these? My wrist isn't built to carry this around like some underpaid waitress all day."

"What do you - food?" Eponine's confusion is complete. She nudges her half finished and definitely amateurish attempt at a grappling hook with her foot, and indicates to the almost completely empty desk. Aside from the metal and the clothes and the furnishings, Eponine's room is bare.

"Why? I thought we did not like one another. If this is a trick..." She doesn't elaborate upon her threat.

"We don't? Huh, you'd think I'd have gotten that memo." She shrugs as she places the drinks down on the desk and heaves the pillowcase onto the messy bed.

Her hand rummages inside it for a moment then she tossed Eponine a large bag of chips.

Eponine just stands and watches, missing the catch in her astonishment. The crisps bounce off her, and onto her floor, and she bends to pick them up quickly. She hopes that Diana hadn't seen that.

"You've come to feed me, Miss?" Eponine is getting more and more confused.

Diana sits herself heavily down on the bed, opening a pack of biscuits to start eating.

"I've come to talk to you actually. But I figured bringing food would make you happier." A shrug. "It makes me happier."

She knows Eponine well. She has to give Diana credit for that. Well, Diana has seen her fair share of starvation too, if Howard's stories are anything to go by. Following suit, Eponine sits cross-legged on the floor, and opens her crisps. It doesn't look as if Diana is going to budge any time soon, and so she may as well just accept that one. With a resigned sigh, she asks,

"What do you want of me? I've not done anything. I am not in trouble."

"Of course you're not." Diana already pops a forth biscuit into her mouth, brushing crumbs from the corners of her mouth and off her red covered legs.

"In fact, it's the opposite."

And seamlessly that trademark smirk has slid itself back onto Diana's lips.

"How was your first go on a bouncy castle?"

She nearly chokes on her mouthful of crisps.

Busted.

And busted by just about the worst possible person as well. Eponine bites her lip. How can she get out of this?

"It were... well, it were... How much did you see, Miss?" Eponine gives it up. Diana has clearly seen, and Eponine knows from experience that she's not going to drop the matter any time soon.

Diana doesn't answer the question, instead she continues to smile at Eponine like a cornered mouse. "Well? Was it fun?"

"I..."

Eponine is at a loss for words. "Are you going to tell Orc?"

"As hilarious as that would be and considering my track record for spilling the beans, I can certainly feel the temptation." She responds honestly, biting another biscuit in half.

"But I'm far to happy to do that." She gives Eponine an endearing look, as if she's a puppy that's just learnt to sit on command.

"You're pleased I kissed Dave?" Eponine thinks she's misinterpreted what Diana said. Why should Diana be happy that Eponine's declared her love to a boy other than Diana's friend.

"I don't understand."

"Of course." Mouth now slightly dry from all the confectionery, Diana stands to go retrieve one of the large drinks from the desk, taking a long sip.

"Look at you, going out and having fun. Kissing boys you actually like and think are hot." She brings one of the other drinks over to where Eponine sits on the floor. "Makes me so proud."

Eponine's eyes never leave Diana, and she swivels as Diana moves to keep the girl in her sight. It's not that she doesn't trust Diana... it's just that Eponine doesn't really trust her.

"You're proud that I kiss another boy when I am supposed to love Orc? That's not what good girls do, you know?' Eponine accepts the drink anyway, though she doesn't sip from it. Just in case.

"Shouldn't you be mad that I have told Dave that I love only him and not Orc? But Dave IS beautiful, isn't he?" She can't help adding that bit on.

Diana's rolling her eyes, as usual. "Oh, come on. Love Orc? Sorry, Eps, but even Charlies didn't believe that. He just didn't want to question a good thing falling into his bed." She snorts a little at that and sips her drink again. "Sorry, his 'lap'."

"Mmm." Diana moves her head from side to side slightly, as if pondering something over. "He's do-able, yeah. Personally, I think his arse is more attractive than his face but that aside."

She perches herself on the end of the bed. "Yes, I'm proud. Can you stop saying that word though? It's ruining the moment."

"I didn't just lie with him, you know?" Eponine munches on a crisp, clearly embarrassed. "I am not so much of a slut as that, to just go with a man for naught." She looks up at Diana. "Do you really think he's just happy that I'll go with him? Most other women wouldn't touch a man like that. Do you think that's all he loves?"

She nearly chokes on her crisps again when Diana starts talking about Dave's 'arse'. Blushed pink, she admits, "He has a good arse. Better than Howard or Orc. Orc's is too fat. When he were a boy, it wiggled all over like big, white clouds, and a little spotty. It is not a place you wish to put your fingers. And Howard's - as skinny as mine! And I should think not so good. But Dave's - well, I have not seen him unclothed - he is so shy, Miss."

As Eponine keeps talking, her worries about Diana and about Eva fade a little, and she's just a teenage girl chattering about her (many) loves. "You know," she adds with a cackle, "I thought he were making me lie with him for my spectacles, so I got on his bed with my skirt up and my legs all out, and he fair fainted at the sight. It's as though he ain't never seen a fanny before."

Diana grimaces and almost doesn't take a bite out of blueberry muffin she seems to have also pulled from the pillowcase. (Almost.)

"Wow, okay, did not need the mental image of Charlie's pale spotty bum but thanks."

She has to cover her mouth to stop the food falling out she's smiling and laughing so hard. "Oh my god, are you serious?" There's a minute where Diana has to try and control her laughter long enough to swallow. "I don't know what's funnier, your way of going about foreplay or his reaction."

She takes another long drink, lips smiling around the straw. "Geeze Eps, you seem to have of a thing for taking virgins even more than I do." Diana's eyebrows hitch slightly. "Also, 'fanny'? That's adorable."

"I have never met so many virgins, you know?" She blushes completely now, and so much that even her chest glows red.

"In Paris, in St. Michel, that is where I am from, your virginity is gone the moment after your first bleed, or if that takes long to come, the girls go on it anyway. I think I were maybe twelve, maybe thirteen... don't know rightly, but my Pa had me over with this man. Ten whole Francs, he gave my Pa, for my virginity. That's how much I were worth new - men like that, you know? But the gentlemen, they practise with women like me before they show their ladies. My Pa don't have me on the corners, though, so I don't do so much of that. He writes letters to rich old men and sends me with 'em. Sometimes it is their wish I run an errand, but more often... well." She shrugs. It doesn't bother her, telling Diana all of that. Most everybody knows about Eponine's life before the Capitol had dragged her here, and most probably knew that she had done it here as well. She has no secrets and no shame in this place.

" 'T weren't foreplay. It were business. What is foreplay?"

"Well, that's sad and depressing..." Not exactly the line of conversation Diana had been hoping for. Or ever wanted to hear really. "Your dad is pretty much the definition of an asshole, isn't he? Moving on."

At that last question Diana's whole face seems to beam with glee, her smirk Cheshire Cat like as she pats the space beside her. "Oh, I have some things to tell you."

"It's life. It happens." Eponine gives a tight smile though. "I killed my Pa for it. That is not such a good thing, really, but I cannot help but think he deserves to die for it."

She moves to sit next to Diana on her untidy bed. She can't help grinning, though she doesn't know why she's smiling. Diana's glee is infectious.

"What? What are you telling me, Diana?"

"Blazing on past karma induced father homicide, which we'll come back to." Because that was honestly a whole night's worth of discussion and Diana had to keep this thing focused.

"Foreplay is this wonderful thing that we're going to use to boost that self confidence of yours." She pats Eponine's thigh. "Because, let's be honest Eps, it's holding you back."

"That I don't know of your foreplay?" Eponine flinched a little at Diana's touch. "It is not so bad, you know. Well, come then. Show me. Tell me."

"Well, knowing of my foreplay is pretty much a blessing but let's focus on just foreplay in general."

She gives her hair a casual toss.

"Foreplay is like, pre-sex fun. A warm up. So, aside from hitching up your skirt and opening the gates what else do you usually do before jumping into bed?"

"Whatever the man tells me." Eponine hasn't really had much experience of foreplay. In all honesty, she's not really had many positive sexual experiences at all.

"Sometimes he asks me to undress, to - " She gestures at her chest. God, she's embarrassed. "Push... together... to make 'em bigger. Or to undress him and... well... it's... it's not right to speak of, is it? It's... I just do as I'm told, Diana."

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