Haven's Outfit
"All right, all right! I'll behave!" Haven insisted, a dramatic sigh of defeat being impossible to withhold, as she continued across the lawn, towards the food tables with Kylie. When the brunette pulled her towards a table that Andre and Bella-Rose were hovering by, Haven wasn't exactly excited, but she didn't pull away either. Normally, the enthusiasm would have been a bit higher, since she wouldn't have just received a warning about flirting with Andre, and she wouldn't be at the start of a summer where she would have to be living with Rose, but that wasn't the case right now. So, she tried to refrain from being too catty, but as Haven would willingly admit, she wasn't the kind of person who was ever the bigger person. "Two wrongs don't make a right" was a concept that she rejected at a very young age, and so, when Rose failed to acknowledge her, Haven ignored her just as well. "Hey Andre," she smiled, doing a good job at keeping the greeting polite, and nothing more. Even when she added in, "Blue totally looks good on you. You should wear it more often," it was said in a casual tone, without her usual flirtatious undertone, as she focused her attention on plating a lobster tail from one of the trays behind them. And the friendly greeting done right, made her feel like she had accomplished something, so she flashed Kylie a look that demanded some sort of praise, before saying, "B-R-B," and walking a few feet away, to a table that held more grilled food. She chose a cheeseburger and an ear of roasted corn to go along with her lobster tail, and though she knew there was no way that she was going to finish all of that, she was going to try. It had all looked so good, that it was too difficult for her to make a smaller selection.
She only had a few seconds, once she returned to where Andre and Kylie stood, before Rose returned, and she used those seconds as wisely as she thought she could. "'Daring' was a nice word choice. It would definitely be unfortunate if pool water got onto that pretty white dress of hers, but I can think of about one hundred other things on those table that would turn that dress from daring to tragic, in a matter of seconds," she commented in a mockingly serious tone, as if she were analyzing the situation, rather than making a light threat about ruining Rose's outfit herself. It wasn't something that Haven would actually do, at least not this sober, and the mere fact that she was speaking about it right in front of Andre, spoke to how she was being nothing short of deviously playful. Haven could be a bitch if she wanted to be, but even she, who was a lot more relaxed than many, knew that in order to do something with truly bad intentions, some degree of secrecy was required. And not dictating those plans to the victim's boyfriend fell into that field.
When Rose returned, Haven told herself that she had one more reason to dislike her. Maybe it was because Haven didn't like the Rockefeller to begin with, that she found it easy to nitpick her flaws, but just from her encounter here, she decided that Rose was "one of those" girlfriends. It was a very biased "observation", but she felt like Rose was obsessed with Andre. Not in the normal way, that people in serious relationships were, though. Was it that difficult for her to let her boyfriend speak with his sister for a few minutes? Was Andre incapable of selecting his own food, that she had to do it for him? She knew him better than himself, to know exactly what he wanted when there was such a large selection of delicacies to be chosen from? She was that girl that was always clinging to their boyfriend, seemingly in fear of anyone else speaking or interacting with them. Rose had the reputation of being the perfect Rockefeller sister, but damn, did she seem insecure about her relationship... Obviously, though, this was coming from Haven's mind... one that wouldn't mind seeing the perfect couple broken up so she could get a bite of out Andre for herself, and also just because she wouldn't mind seeing Rose go through a bit of emotional turmoil. She opted not to respond to Rose's greeting, that she deemed was too little, too late, even though she hadn't made the attempt to greet the girl earlier either, but did look to Kylie and say, "Don't worry, Ky. I'm sure you can have a minute to talk to your brother for a minute, without any interruptions some other day. Or maybe write him a letter. I've heard that Rose gives him five minutes of free time a day, so I'm sure you'll hear back from him in five to seven business days. Let's go eat so we can get out of here," she said, her tone far too casual and cool than it normally was. If both of her hands weren't full with her drink and plate, she would have tugged Kylie away, but all she could do now was nod her head in the direction of the tables that they had sat at earlier. She knew now, that she was just blatantly being petty, since she knew very well that it was very rare for Kylie to actually want to be talking to either of her brothers, but she wanted Rose to realize how clingy she seemed.