Evelyn Deavor.

ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴠᴏʀ _______ (18+ potential.) ( spoilers for inc2 ) ( ic / dms ) ( mutual exclusive. ) _______ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌

. . . talk. . . . like friends. well, if helen insists. she’s all ears. lead the conversation, mrs parr.

as the television fades to 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠. . . evelyn starts slow clapping.

𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣? 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣? evelyn could not look any less interested.

watch, now, as evelyn drapes herself across her arm chair. head dangling over one of the arms as she tips the glass and shakes the lingering drops into her mouth. this 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨.

the glass hits the coffee table a little noisily. her smile is met with a scowl. ( she’s pouting. )

. . . . . . . . . . . . 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚.

𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. she’s still functional. helen shouldn’t 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙨.

𝙬 𝙝 𝙖 𝙩 𝙚 𝙫 𝙚 𝙧. and she pours 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 drink.

fuck off ( 𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠. )

it’s going 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙏𝙄𝘾-- FANTASHIC- Fant— house arrest is 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚!

evelyn’s 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏 drinking habits are 𝙒𝘼𝙔 worse than her college days. she 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥 to a glass of whiskey, now. (she had motivation to 𝘿𝙊 things when she was in college.)

𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙉𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔, she’s not 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝘿 at social functions, but still. she doesn’t want to be at them, anyway.

she 𝙒𝘼𝙎 a smash at college. if only helen had seen her, wild and crazy, doing a 𝙆𝙀𝙂𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘿. . . . which is a story winston doesn’t know about. don’t repeat it.

amusement? how much entertainment does helen think she gets? she’s basically 𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 with her whiskey.

she can and she will. especially when 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙉 is being 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂.

helen was 𝙉𝙊 𝙁𝙐𝙉.

sounds like her idea of a good time. what’s helen like when she’s drunk? intriguing.

that’s nothing but encouragement, lightweight.

if she wastes it, she’ll never hear the end of it. evelyn is already getting ready to call her a lightweight.

she gets a nice, 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 glass. cheers.