Alice Pieszecki
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OOC: Yes! Things are very busy at the moment and I’m not getting the time to para as often as I’d like :( But yes, this blog is still very much active

Alice and Dana // The After Effects

dana—fairbanks:

alice-pieszecki-bitches:

The door eventually opened after what Alice could only believe to have been Dana struggling quite a bit with the locks. The blonde caught sight of Dana and giggled. “You look… fantastic,” she added the last word with a wink, walking into the house. “But for once, I think I might actually look better than you. Jeez, imagine that.” The place was a familiar sight - the two had spent countless hours in here. Cleaning, cooking, talking… and all the rest. They’d had great times together, and Alice couldn’t help but miss what her and Dana once shared. However, she was content being able to spend time with her former lover, as that was something she felt they didn’t do enough of.

Placing her bag on the kitchen bench, she looked up at Dana. “This?” she asked, gesturing to the magazines in her hand. “This my lovely friend, is the shit we were talking about last night with our dear old friend Jenny Schecter. You know? The story she wrote that we’re apparently part of? Oh sorry, I mean, Elise and Donna are part of. How stupid of me to get that mixed up.”

The sarcasm was strong in Alice that morning, however she couldn’t wait any longer to read the so-called fictional story by Jenny. “C’mon!” she urged, grabbing Dana’s hand and leading her to the couch. “Let’s read this and see if it’s really worth all the fuss Marina was causing last night!”

"I look like hell," Dana muttered, running two hands through her hair. It was useless. It stuck up everywhere. Yawning, she blinked and rolled her eyes when Alice said she looked better, but her gaze lingered on the blonde for a few seconds two long. She blinked, rousing herself out of an obvious…stare…and stammered helplessly: "Uh—coffee?" Without waiting for an answer, Dana hurried to the kitchen and rummaged to get the machine set up. She plugged it in and glanced back at Alice when she gestured to the magazines. Grimacing, she turned back to the counter and reached up to get two coffee mugs. "Great. I thought that might’ve been a dream or something." Jenny’s first story had gotten a lot of attention, but Dana wasn’t a huge reader (she still felt mildly guilty for not reading the whole book…) so she paid little attention to her style. She had no idea what to expect from a short story "inspired" by their lives. 

Rolling her eyes, she leaned against the counter and scowled, but reluctantly followed Alice to the couch. The coffee machine would take a few minutes to do its job anyway. “I guess. Read it aloud, Al.” Yawning, Dana patted the seat next to her and pulled a nearby throw blanket closer. She knew Marina hadn’t been happy about the whole thing, but she’d gone back home with Jenny and they were obviously still together…so it couldn’t really be THAT bad, right?

Alice dropped herself heavily down on the couch next to Dana, swinging her feet up. She let her foot rest gently against the brunette’s leg, before pulling it away hastily at the realisation of what she was doing. “Oh, sorry,” she laughed nervously. “Shouldn’t do that…” The awkwardness she felt soon subsided when she opened up the page and saw the first word that had been printed. “Pfft! “Heat.” Wow, so dramatic.”

With the trace of her smile still left on her lips, Alice began to read Jenny’s story out loud. The first two paragraphs were not too bad - an introduction to LA and the central character, Jessie (whom Alice strongly believed resembled Jenny herself). In fact, the blonde almost enjoyed reading it until she reached what was clearly Shane, Carmen and Molly’s characters. “What the fuck…” she muttered, giving Dana a quick worried glance before continuing.

She kept reading the story at a steady pace, despite the anger the was quickly beginning to form inside of her. She felt the heat rise to her face as she read about Elise, Donna and Elena before moving on to what could only be Bette and Tina’s characters, Bev and Nina. Caroline and Tiffany were next, and then finally Karina, the “lascivious viper who preyed on women.”

At the conclusion of the story, Alice slowly lowered the magazine down and sat there, unmoving. Her fury was building up, however she was still in too much shock to realise and fully comprehend what she had just read. After a few moments, she turned to Dana, mouth slightly agape, eyes more confused than ever. “What. The. Fuck.” she stated, lips barely moving. Looking back at the magazine, she scrunched up her face in anger and disbelief before looking back at Dana. “What the fuck?! What was that? That wasn’t fiction!" Livid, she stood up and began to pace. "That was based on all of us and completely fucking twisted to fit Jenny’s fucked up way of thinking! She’s dead. Oh she is so fucking dead."

Do you know what episode that is exactly where Alice throws Dana on the bed?
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OOC: Season 1, Episode 11 - “Looking Back”

Alice and Dana // The After Effects

dana—fairbanks:

alice-pieszecki-bitches:

Alice woke up that morning with a splitting headache - it felt as though someone had stabbed a fork right through her frontal lobe. She propped herself up halfway with her weak arms and leant over to check her phone. 10:03am. 0 missed calls. 1 new text message. It was Dana, asking if she could come over and hang out. The night before had been Shane’s birthday and the two had gotten roaring drunk - apparently consuming the alcohol on Shane’s behalf too, who didn’t seem to be in the mood to party. From what she could remember, she’d sobered up slightly more than Dana and then Shane had taken the two back to Dana’s place. Alice had been tempted to stay, however Dana was passed out before her head even hit the pillow, so the blonde had called a cab and headed home.

After a solid 20 minutes, Alice finally dragged herself out of bed to get ready, which took another 20. Her body seemed to be lagging behind today, however after a cup of coffee and another one to go, she was out of the door.

On the way, the blonde had remembered today was the day of Jenny’s story release in the New Yorker, so decided to drop by the local store and pick up a copy. Instead of reading it in the car, she decided to put it to one side and wait for Dana, so the two could read it together. Besides, they had a lot to talk about anyway - Shane and Carmen, Bette and Lara, their own weird friendship/relationship, Jenny’s story… But by the end of the day, Alice wanted to have everything talked out and addressed. It’d been too long since the girls had a serious talk about everything.

Upon reaching Dana’s place, Alice pulled off her sunglasses which had been oh-so-perfectly hiding her hungover eyes from the world. The blonde figured that Dana had seen her morning face before, she she could deal with a couple of dark circles. Hmm… circles. "Alice, no," she muttered to herself. Picking up her things, she got out of the car and headed up to the door. She knocked gently and stood back, waiting for Dana to answer.

Coffee. Strong coffee. Dana lay sprawled on her stomach, hands wrapped around a steaming cup. A cold compress (comprised of a sock and some rice) lay draped on the back of her neck, but that didn’t do anything to get rid of the pounding headache beginning just past her temples. Groaning, she buried her face in the too-expensive carpet, which still smelled like wherever it came from. It occurred to her suddenly that she had no idea where her car was. How did she even get HOME? 

At the back of her mind she considered the brief disappointment she experienced when she woke up by herself. Part of Dana had incomplete memories of Alice. Kissing Alice, touching Alice, dancing with Alice…that had happened, right? It definitely wasn’t Shane. Surprisingly, Dana had few memories of Shane being there even though it was supposed to be her birthday. She knew that her friend hadn’t been drinking, for whatever reason, and Jenny had been pushing it. Something else with Jenny, too. A story? Some kind of story. 

The knock at the door was magnified tenfold in Dana’s head. She groaned, her legs pinwheeling in a pathetic attempt to get up off the floor. She knew it had to be Alice, since she texted her earlier, and suddenly wished she never changed her locks. “Alice!” She called helplessly, then sighed and tossed the sock away from her. Dana pushed herself off the floor and stumbled to the door, pressing both hands against her face. “I’m coming.” 

After an impossible struggle, she managed to unlock the right combination of deadbolts. Dana pulled the door open and stared at Alice with a bleary, confused expression. “I think I’m dying,” she moaned. “I’m a mess, sorry. Not even wearing a bra. I feel disgusting.” Dana stepped back from the door so Alice could come in, crossing her arms across her chest self-consciously. It was a weird feeling, since they were such close friends and left shame a LONG time ago, but…things were always different with Alice. They had crossed a line and it wasn’t something she could ignore. 

Picking at flyaways, Dana’s hands settled on the top of her head, and she finally caught a glimpse of the magazines. “What’s that?”

The door eventually opened after what Alice could only believe to have been Dana struggling quite a bit with the locks. The blonde caught sight of Dana and giggled. “You look… fantastic,” she added the last word with a wink, walking into the house. “But for once, I think I might actually look better than you. Jeez, imagine that.” The place was a familiar sight - the two had spent countless hours in here. Cleaning, cooking, talking… and all the rest. They’d had great times together, and Alice couldn’t help but miss what her and Dana once shared. However, she was content being able to spend time with her former lover, as that was something she felt they didn’t do enough of.

Placing her bag on the kitchen bench, she looked up at Dana. “This?” she asked, gesturing to the magazines in her hand. “This my lovely friend, is the shit we were talking about last night with our dear old friend Jenny Schecter. You know? The story she wrote that we’re apparently part of? Oh sorry, I mean, Elise and Donna are part of. How stupid of me to get that mixed up.”

The sarcasm was strong in Alice that morning, however she couldn’t wait any longer to read the so-called fictional story by Jenny. “C’mon!” she urged, grabbing Dana’s hand and leading her to the couch. “Let’s read this and see if it’s really worth all the fuss Marina was causing last night!”

Alice and Dana // The After Effects

dana—fairbanks:

Shane and Carmen’s engagement party had been a complete and utter disaster. Dana was still trying to wrap her head around the sequence of events, but even she wasn’t sure exactly what happened in the backyard while she’d been busy picking up her jaw off the floor. For the last few days she had alternated between being feeling perfectly “fine” and then utterly hurt and betrayed. She wasn’t sure if she was upset at Lara or Bette, and had no idea how to sort out her feelings. It left her with a horrible pit of anxiety that she couldn’t shake. The “friendship” she had with Alice had wandered back into the gray area. On top of that, Lara was back, Bette had slept with Lara, and Shane and Carmen had something happen that clearly wasn’t good because now they weren’t engaged anymore. Or were they? Everything was all openly fucked up and, somehow, she still felt half in the dark. Maybe that was what she was really irritated about. 

"You never keep secrets from me, Mr. Piddles," Dana murmured to her cat, who lay basking in a pool of sunlight. She stretched out next to him and rubbed him between the ears, feeling suddenly jealous of how simple life was for cats. 

Even though it had only been a day, Dana had texted Alice and asked if she could come over. Usually she would avoid it and just see how things between them played out, because that was what she did. But after running into Lara, the whole situation had turned from the proverbial elephant in the room into a full blown dinosaur. Dana was painfully awkward all by herself, an issue like this would just keep her from leaving the house at all.

But her own feelings for Alice were so difficult to understand that she didn’t even know where this conversation was going to go; just the thought of Alice showing up, dressing in her…clothes she dressed in, with her hair the way it was, made her heart start pounding in her throat. 

Alice woke up that morning with a splitting headache - it felt as though someone had stabbed a fork right through her frontal lobe. She propped herself up halfway with her weak arms and leant over to check her phone. 10:03am. 0 missed calls. 1 new text message. It was Dana, asking if she could come over and hang out. The night before had been Shane’s birthday and the two had gotten roaring drunk - apparently consuming the alcohol on Shane’s behalf too, who didn’t seem to be in the mood to party. From what she could remember, she’d sobered up slightly more than Dana and then Shane had taken the two back to Dana’s place. Alice had been tempted to stay, however Dana was passed out before her head even hit the pillow, so the blonde had called a cab and headed home.

After a solid 20 minutes, Alice finally dragged herself out of bed to get ready, which took another 20. Her body seemed to be lagging behind today, however after a cup of coffee and another one to go, she was out of the door.

On the way, the blonde had remembered today was the day of Jenny’s story release in the New Yorker, so decided to drop by the local store and pick up a copy. Instead of reading it in the car, she decided to put it to one side and wait for Dana, so the two could read it together. Besides, they had a lot to talk about anyway - Shane and Carmen, Bette and Lara, their own weird friendship/relationship, Jenny’s story… But by the end of the day, Alice wanted to have everything talked out and addressed. It’d been too long since the girls had a serious talk about everything.

Upon reaching Dana’s place, Alice pulled off her sunglasses which had been oh-so-perfectly hiding her hungover eyes from the world. The blonde figured that Dana had seen her morning face before, she she could deal with a couple of dark circles. Hmm… circles. "Alice, no," she muttered to herself. Picking up her things, she got out of the car and headed up to the door. She knocked gently and stood back, waiting for Dana to answer.

Chatzy: Happy Birthday!

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Shane was a few minutes late to her own party, but had honestly lost track of time trying to find a letter she’d misplaced somewhere in the room she had shared with Carmen. Many of her things were still there and she still expected her to come back, at some point, and the thought made her hesitate to leave the house. When she finally did get to the bar she was let in with a cursory glance over, and made her way to the bar to look for Alice.

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New Beginnings || Alice and Molly

mollykrollherex:

Molly hadn’t left her house for a few days and she was going stir crazy. So she got washed, dressed and decided it was a nice day to grab a coffee from The Planet. She picked up her keys and left, taking Bella with her.

Molly drove to The Planet and parked up taking Bella by the lead she walked her into the place. Grabbing a coffee she walked herself over to a table walking into a young girl. “Sorry” she said backing away. She looked up and saw it was Alice. “Alice” she said with a thrilled smiling hugging the girl for dear life. “How’re you?” she smiled.

The engagement party, Bette and Tina, Dana. Shane’s birthday, Lara, Dana. Work, sleep, Dana.

Alice felt as if she was going crazy. The above was all she could think about all day, every day. She’d tried excessively working out for 5 days (she failed on the second after hitting snooze eight times and staying home all day) as well as drowning herself in work, which was what she was doing now. The blonde massaged her temples, shifted in her chair and repositioned her laptop. Exhaling, she began to type. Hello all you lesbo-listeners out there, I’m Alice Pieszecki and you’re listening to the chart on KCRW. Tonight we will be talking about the connection… Alice’s mind had gone blank. She had no idea what to write about in her script. Sighing, she began to type again. …between… Dana and Lara. Nope.

Alice immediately stood up to walk over to the bar and order another coffee. As she stood up and turned, she barged straight into a woman, almost falling over in the process. After regaining her balance, Alice looked up apologetically. “I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and just… Oh, hi!” The radio host met the familiar eyes of Molly Kroll and grinned, returning the embrace. “Yeah I’m great thanks, how’re you? What’ve you been up to?” Gesturing to the table she smiled warmly. “Please, will you join me for a drink? I think I’m going crazy with all this work!”

Text || Alice

Shane: Got your message. What did you have in mind?
Alice: I'm talking about a BIG, spontaneous night out. I heard there was a new place opening just out of town - O'Malley's. All of us are going. It's already organised so you have no choice. Maybe it'll make you feel a bit better too
Shane: Wait wait wait, how big?
Alice: Well I invited the group, but I also kinda told everyone to bring a plus one and more if they want. It's gonna be great

Text || Alice & Jenny

Alice: Hey! It's Shane's birthday and we're all going out to a new club just out of town tonight at around 9. I'd love it if you came - you should also invite Marina and Helena! See you there xo