Teagan Bergeron couldn't stand it when her father decided that whatever he said was suddenly law. She was just at the cusp of being twenty-one and the only reason she hadn't moved out from under her family's thumb was because they moved around so much she never got time to even try to find a new place of establishment. They never seemed to stay in a place much longer than a year and two years was rare - at least it seemed to be except when she was little. And right now, her father had decided that going on a tirade about her clothes was in her best interest. She liked to dress like a rocker chick, and did so in a way that ended up making her father's blood pressure sky-rocket and have her mother up her ass about it. She had tattoos and piercings, but it wasn't like her family could stop her from getting them. She got threatened with being disowned every other week. It wasn't something new.
"That skirt is way too short, missy. Change it, now," Yoseph Bergeron said with a growl to his voice. He was protective, which wasn't hard to see, but she wasn't his only kid. Just his youngest. He had two sons - twins in fact- that were just shy of two years older than her. They didn't deal with half the shit she went through. But at least if she was honest, some of it she deserved.
"It's not too short. You're just going blind from staring at documents all day. My fingertips touch the hem when my arms are down, meaning it's even school legal," she said with an eye roll. So what if her skirt was short? She was in Hawaii for chrissakes! Most chicks in the area walked around in just bikinis - and extra skimpy ones at that. It was hot outside afterall. Plus, she covered up pretty much all of her assets as noted by her knee high boots, fishnet-tanktop combo, and fingerless gloves. All black with a mixture of red and purple. Her belt was white though, just to add some contrast along with her silver choker and hoops in her ears. Seventeen of them to be exact.
"You're going to give me a heart attack!" He yelled, rubbing a hand down his face as he stared at her from over his computer, glasses down low to get a better look at her. He loved her, but she drove him fucking crazy. She thought the same exact thing about him.
"I will not, old man! Just because you-" There was a knock at the door which made Teagan pause and then glance at her father. With an exasperated sigh, she shook her head at him and went to answer it. She muttered to herself the whole way about his iron-will and stubbornness that she refused to believe she shared. Once she reached the door, she pulled it open with more force than necessary.
"What?" She said, dropping any formality she might have decided to muster if she hadn't been fighting with her father for the millionth time that day. Her expression barely softened on the sailor standing before her, but she did note that he wasn't bad looking at all.
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