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[August 11th] [The Wild Wild West] Like We're Sipping Champagne
Title: Like We're Sipping Champagne
Day/Theme: August 11th - I Answered quickly, "I'm safe with you, I know."
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K+/PG
Continued from prior pieces.
By Lucky_Ladybug
Chita was always such a confusing mass of contrasts. You've got her starting arguments on purpose and acting like an immature kid by pouting, running off, and always expecting me to come looking for her. On the other hand, you've got her being all sweet and syrupy and acting like I'm the sun and stars for her.
Because of her behavior, I wasn't sure whether I was coming or going. I'd get so mad whenever she'd pull the argument card, but later on, when I'd find her and she'd cuddle up to me, I'd wonder if I wasn't being fair to get mad.
I'd gone through most of my life with people making sure I knew that they felt I was the one in the wrong. After 21 years of that, yeah, it was pretty hard to see things differently on some issues. Oh, some things I never would bend on, like what I thought of slavery. But when it came to close human relationships, something I knew very little about, I really did wonder if the problems were all on me. I didn't have anything that I could compare my relationship with Chita to. I knew it didn't seem right, and yet I figured she was older and had been around more and that she knew more than I did.
When everybody was always hating on me, a little ego-stroking always felt good too. Like I remember one night after me and Chita came back from a party and she was wearing this fancy sparkly black evening gown and cuddling up to me as we were standing near the window in our upstairs bedroom.
"Thanks for getting me out of that awkward conversation with Mr. Jason," she purred. "You're always around when I need you."
"Oh, that wasn't anything," I replied as I curled my arms around her waist. "He was an intrusive idiot and anyone could have shut him up."
"But nobody else was doing it." Chita brought her arms around my neck. "They were all too embarrassed because he's a bigwig. But you figured that was no excuse for him coming on to me while he was drunk. And it wasn't." She smiled. "You're gonna be the big man in town someday, Snakes. You're already on your way up, and a lot of it's because you know when to call somebody out. Ever since that first night, I've always felt safe with you."
"I'd hope so," I said. I tried not to react much outwardly, but inside I was thrilled to actually be appreciated and needed.
"I'm glad I met you," she went on. "My life was pretty boring before that."
"That's hard to believe," I said. "I mean, weren't there other guys that wanted to be with you?"
"Sure," she said. "But none of them had as bright a future as you do."
She was pretty much telling me that she was more interested in the money than in me. But then again, my original proposal had been about how we should pool our resources to get rich, so I guess it didn't seem like anything out of the way. I knew that naturally she hadn't been in love with me when she said Yes; I just hoped that maybe that would come the longer we were together.
"We have a bright future together," I said. "We're gonna go far."
She smiled. "Of course."
We shared a kiss and she went to pour some champagne from a bottle chilling on a small table. "Remember when we toasted each other with beer and said that someday it would be champagne?" she asked.
I watched her fill the glasses. "Kind of," I said playfully. "I know we were both halfway sloshed that night."
She handed me a glass and held up her own. "Well, tonight's the night. We're on our way up."
We clinked glasses and drank.
No matter what wacky things happened in our marriage, that was a good night and I was happy. She was right that I was on my way up. Business was good and I was looking to branch out even more. I was coming to be respected and well-liked in New Orleans and I was eating it up. So was Chita. But well, I couldn't blame her. It was exciting and it was exactly what we'd wanted. Our partnership was going just great.
Or so I wanted desperately to believe.
Day/Theme: August 11th - I Answered quickly, "I'm safe with you, I know."
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K+/PG
Continued from prior pieces.
Chita was always such a confusing mass of contrasts. You've got her starting arguments on purpose and acting like an immature kid by pouting, running off, and always expecting me to come looking for her. On the other hand, you've got her being all sweet and syrupy and acting like I'm the sun and stars for her.
Because of her behavior, I wasn't sure whether I was coming or going. I'd get so mad whenever she'd pull the argument card, but later on, when I'd find her and she'd cuddle up to me, I'd wonder if I wasn't being fair to get mad.
I'd gone through most of my life with people making sure I knew that they felt I was the one in the wrong. After 21 years of that, yeah, it was pretty hard to see things differently on some issues. Oh, some things I never would bend on, like what I thought of slavery. But when it came to close human relationships, something I knew very little about, I really did wonder if the problems were all on me. I didn't have anything that I could compare my relationship with Chita to. I knew it didn't seem right, and yet I figured she was older and had been around more and that she knew more than I did.
When everybody was always hating on me, a little ego-stroking always felt good too. Like I remember one night after me and Chita came back from a party and she was wearing this fancy sparkly black evening gown and cuddling up to me as we were standing near the window in our upstairs bedroom.
"Thanks for getting me out of that awkward conversation with Mr. Jason," she purred. "You're always around when I need you."
"Oh, that wasn't anything," I replied as I curled my arms around her waist. "He was an intrusive idiot and anyone could have shut him up."
"But nobody else was doing it." Chita brought her arms around my neck. "They were all too embarrassed because he's a bigwig. But you figured that was no excuse for him coming on to me while he was drunk. And it wasn't." She smiled. "You're gonna be the big man in town someday, Snakes. You're already on your way up, and a lot of it's because you know when to call somebody out. Ever since that first night, I've always felt safe with you."
"I'd hope so," I said. I tried not to react much outwardly, but inside I was thrilled to actually be appreciated and needed.
"I'm glad I met you," she went on. "My life was pretty boring before that."
"That's hard to believe," I said. "I mean, weren't there other guys that wanted to be with you?"
"Sure," she said. "But none of them had as bright a future as you do."
She was pretty much telling me that she was more interested in the money than in me. But then again, my original proposal had been about how we should pool our resources to get rich, so I guess it didn't seem like anything out of the way. I knew that naturally she hadn't been in love with me when she said Yes; I just hoped that maybe that would come the longer we were together.
"We have a bright future together," I said. "We're gonna go far."
She smiled. "Of course."
We shared a kiss and she went to pour some champagne from a bottle chilling on a small table. "Remember when we toasted each other with beer and said that someday it would be champagne?" she asked.
I watched her fill the glasses. "Kind of," I said playfully. "I know we were both halfway sloshed that night."
She handed me a glass and held up her own. "Well, tonight's the night. We're on our way up."
We clinked glasses and drank.
No matter what wacky things happened in our marriage, that was a good night and I was happy. She was right that I was on my way up. Business was good and I was looking to branch out even more. I was coming to be respected and well-liked in New Orleans and I was eating it up. So was Chita. But well, I couldn't blame her. It was exciting and it was exactly what we'd wanted. Our partnership was going just great.
Or so I wanted desperately to believe.