Relaxing the afternoon away(Alyssa)

[princess]

Outfit

It was late in the afternoon as Daphne pulled up to the side of the stables in her brand new Bentley Continental.Her afternoon had been quite entertaining to the say the least if her Mother found out, she probably would have fit. She opened the door and just smiled as she fixed her straw cowboy hat and put her purse on her shoulder just walked out. It had been pretty fun afternoon going mudding then riding a bull and a mustang in a rodeo arena. Now,she knew why she loved Western Riding so much more than English Riding.

Daphne opened the door to the Loft,she just smiled to herself, it was empty just like she wanted to be. Her white bikini top was still cover in mud and wet from the mud tracks that she went to. But she was loving it,it was like she was back in Kentucky all over again.Yeah,she had reason to have wild and rebellious side,after all she had Dixie blood running through her veins. Now,she needed to cool off before returning home. And the last thing,she hoped was that Alyssa was home,she would have fit if she was her like this. Not Daphne would care but she did not want anger her, she was never in her good graces.

She grabbed a bottle of Mug root beer from the small fridge and just walked to one of the bean bag chairs. Daphne sat herself down and just looked around,it was empty and there was no site of nobody around.She took sip of her root beer and just watch the TV, she needed good refresher and just relaxing here was going do it. Daphne put her purse besides her and took her cellphone and started checking her messages.

[seasea]

Alyssa had practically stalked her daughter. She knew for an absolute fact that Daphne was up to know good. Boy, was she right. She had followed her to the bull riding, and everything. She even saw the impeccable outfit. What the hell was she trying to look like? A slut? She was doing a great job. And being caked with mud just plain made it worse. She was now stomping up the stairs, and she flung the door open with a furious expression. There Daphne was, drinking root beer, looking very pleased, and caked in mud. ”Daphne Savannah Williams!!! What the hell are you doing?!” Alyssa screamed. ”Are you trying to look like a slut?!” she cried, slamming the door behind her, and then blocking the only exit.

She just stared at her daughter, staring her down. That was one thing she knew Daphne couldn’t win over. She shook her head, staring at her. She knew that Daphne knew this meant she was going to make her speak. She was just staring, looking at her, her eyes wide with anger. She had her teeth clenched, her eyes blazing. What an idiot, she was thinking.

[princess]

If there was one thing,Daphne had learned from an early age never to mess with Southern woman. Even though, she loved testing her Mother but she knew that she could not cross. And that was something,she had learn to never cross her Mother because it could lead to consequences that she did not want. But, she was hard-headed and she was going get her way or start fight but she was not going submit to her Mother. That was the Southern spirit within her,that had cause trouble in the past, now it was probably was going cause even more trouble.

It was confusing to see her Mother there, she did not understand how her Mother knew where she was going be. Daphne had been careful not to tell anybody where she had gone because she knew that the word would get to her Mother quickly. She was still trying to figure out,what was her Mother doing there?It was not what she needed,Daphne sensed a fight coming between her and her Mother.Daphne sighted and just rolled her eyes at her, she just did not know how to answer.

She just looked at her for minute,"Look..I think I can explain.It is actually sort of funny."She paused,"You see I was born and raised in the Deep South and this is typical outfit of Southern girl so today we were having a contest about representing an area of the United States, so I went dress as a Southern Girl."Daphne smiled and just looked at her Mother. She knew that her Mother was not very please but she had to get another thing out of her chest, she looked at her,"While we still in the subject,you know I really prefer to ride Western and rope cattle and ride wild bull or Mustang than be in the stuffy riding uniform of English riding.I just though,I share that with you.And by the way,I'm not trying to look like slut but like proper Southern Girl."

[seasea]

Alyssa resisted the urge-which was a lot harder than you would think-to smack her daughter. She clenched her teeth, blinked once to settle herself down. It didn’t work, not at all. She swallowed, and her voice was like an evil, harsh hiss. ”Daphne, I will tell you once, and not again; I know you a lot better than you would think I did. You are my daughter, and you do have similarities with me, believe it or not. So I know when you are up to no good.” She stared at her, letting it sink in a tad. She swallowed again, once more attempting to control her anger. And once again, it didn’t help her. Then she open her thin lips, white teeth nice and clean, ”I followed you. I had a bad feeling you were up to no good, and that fake outfit you had on this morning was a stupid idea. I know you well enough that you would never actually wear such a thing. It was a bad attempt. Second, I gave birth to you, you would think I knew where you were born. And I really don’t mind what you want to do, dammit. As long as you are at least careful. You can bull ride, but I am not going to tolerate stallions. They can be too dangerous, in my opinion worse even than bulls. The older woman stared strait into her misbehaving daughters’ eyes. She then went right up to her face, grabbed the little bit of shirt she even had, and pulled her face close.

She glared into the dark eyes which matched her beloved husbands’, ”Do you understand me?” he voice was like ice; hard, cold, and it slashed out.
Honestly, she didn’t really know what to do with her daughter. She was wild, she had to give her that. But what Alyssa loved most about her eldest daughter was that she reminded her of herself. She had been wild, and no one could stop her, either. She knew how her daughter was, just because of the fact that she did just the same thing. She had gotten hurt from a Mustang, and that was one experience she didn’t want her daughter to have.