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Britannic / Brian Braddock (britannic) wrote in x_flashback_x,
@ 2008-11-26 19:04:00

Entry tags:

britannic, jubilee

Who: Britannic & Jubilee
When: 2000 - 2007
Where: Xavier's / Multiple Locations
What: backdated tidbits
Status: in progress
Rating: PG-13

FRIDAY, AUGUST 25TH, 2000 - AGES 13 & 18

Blue shirt, khakis slacks? No... Hm. Britannic wasn't finding the outfit that would sweep the girlies off their feet at the Ambassador's soiree. He'd held up ten combinations in front of him and he was getting desperate. Finally, he opted on the black corduroys and the off-white shirt with a dark burgundy tie. He began lacing his belt through the hoops and glanced out into the hallway. No Pete. Hm. He'd wanted to speak with him before he left for the evening. His blue eyes traveled back to the mirror and as he finished buckling his belt, he moved his hands up and ran them through his hair. Hell. It wasn't drying like he'd wanted. Sigh.

She needed food. And Gert. Gert had food, so she was the person to go to for it. Hmm. What to eat? It had to be something quick because she wanted to catch a ride to the mall with the other girls, even though they usually complained about taking her (it wasn't her fault they made bad choices when it came to clothes). She would normally have eaten there, but she only had a hundred dollars and wanted it all to go to clothes and maybe some accessories. She also wanted to stop by the jewelry store and... she glanced over at the door that was open. Was that Brian in black corduroy? "OOoooh!" she screeched, unable to take her eyes off the bad trousers. "You're not gonna wear those?!" Jubilee was in the doorway now, a horrified, yet questioning expression on her face.

Brian, nearly startled to death by the scream of a horrified young girl, turned on his heel and when he heard her critical inquiry, his face relaxed again. Jubilation Lee. He quirked an eyebrow at the colorfully clothed shrimp and rested his hands on his hips. "What would you wear, if you were me, then?" The sheer concern in her gaze was enough to cause him to crack a smile through his mock-annoyed glare.

"If I was an eight foot guy, I wouldn't want something that makes a zipping sound when I walk. Might start a fire." Jubilee laughed, then turned her attention to the clothes that Brian had set out. After looking around at the selection, she looked up at Brian. "Where're you going?" She had to know so she could pick the proper outfit. "And take those off, they're gross." she gestured towards him idly, as her eyes moved back to the clothes.

Gross? That little nose just got in everyone's business, didn't it? Brian turned as the entered to follow her path toward his other options. They were strewn across his bed. Hmmm. She looked rather serious about this, didn't she? Well, such is life. Perhaps he needed the help, after all. Small packages and all that. He found himself undoing his belt and rolled his eyes at the situation; in general. "I'm going to an event with a friend of the family. He's asked Betsy and I to go," he rambled, "It's business casual, I think. Whatever that means." He thought corduroy was the utmost example of business casual. Evidently he was a fire hazard, though. He undid the fly on his trousers and yanked his pants down, a bit defiantly. His bright blue boxer shorts were bunched here and there were his shirt had accidentally been tucked into the waistband. His eyes subconsciously glanced toward the door. Still open. Good.

"This one's not too bad." she pointed at the blue shirt and khaki ensemble he'd stuck together. It was passable, but it didn't look right for what he'd said the event was. "Do you have any black, regular slacks?" she asked when she didn't see any on the bed, moving towards his closet before he could utter an answer. She threw open the door and stepped into it, looking around for something better. "How about these?" Jubilee had pulled a pair of black dress pants from their hanger and lightly shook them at him.

Regular, sheesh. Of course he did. And there they were, in her tiny hands. She was shaking them at him. Ah. He smirked, despite himself, and cleared his throat before beginning to pull his shirt from his underpants. "You test me, Jubilation." His smirk hadn't yet gone. He moved toward her, snatched the pants from her little raccoon paws and slipped them on. "With the blue?" he wondered with a busy tone as he zipped and buttoned. "Now," he undid the shirt, "thank you for your input," the new shirt went on over his undershirt, "and have fun with the rest of your," he maneuvered quickly and snatched her up under arm, then headed for the door, "afternoon." He placed the Asian girl down outside his threshold and gave her a smile. Thankful? Mayhap. On his way by the mirror, he'd glanced at himself in his new combination and his eyebrows went up in surprise at the job she'd done on him. "I have to find some shoes now." He began to shut the door, then, "on my own." was added hastily at the end.

She gave him a toothy grin before she opened her mouth to speak, but shut it when he inquired about the blue. Yay, he was learning. "You're welcome. You might want to...hey!" she was off the floor and placed in the hallway. Her hand raised to make a suggestion, but she was stopped by his words. "Make sure your socks match at least. The one's you're wearing," she pointed unnecessarily, "are navy blue." She couldn't keep the slightly affronted look off her face. "And don't wear the loafers with the tassels." Jubilee said to the door as it closed. "I know you have some." At least he looked a lot better now. As she continued her trek to the kitchen, Jubilee decided she'd sneak back in and burn those corduroys after Brian left for his party.

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 5TH, 2001 - AGES 14 & 20

The large Christmas tree in the foyer was always a major project. It required at least one strong person to haul it in, and flyers to decorate the high branches. Luckily, that job was already finished. The tree looked wonderful and all that was left to do were the many decorations scattered about the mansion. There were not only Christmas decorations, but all other major religious holidays as well. There were always volunteers to help and Jubilee was one. She had conned Britannic into helping her with the things she couldn't reach (which was a lot, it seemed). He was both tall and could fly, so it was a good combination. "Move it a little to the left?" Jubilee looked up at where Brian was about to place a paper chain from the ceiling.

"Left, left, move to the left," Brian said in a sing-song voice. He did as instructed, and turned around in mid-air to look back down at Jubilee. "Give me the next bit, eh?" he floated down easily and reached out his hand to the younger X-er. If she wasn't a holiday vision... all the glitter from decorations previously hung had landed upon her - on her sweater, in her hair, on her cheeks and nose. He smirked, "I think I might put you up there as a tree topper. You could even light up." He flicked his fingers out forcefully from his own palm and found there to be glitter all over himself as well. The small silvery bits flew from his fingers and rained down on the Chinese girl below.

In reaction to Brian's little song, she added, "Move to the right?" Jubilee side-stepped to the right and her arms moved out as she swung her hips in some sort of weird hula dance. She giggled when he suggested she be the tree topper. "As long as you hold onto me so I stay there." Christmas trees were scratchy and the one in the foyer was too high. "But I could make some nice colors. Spice it up a bit." she added as an afterthought. She closed her eyes at the glitter that fell from his hand. "I think we'll be finding glitter on ourselves for a month." It was everywhere. Jubes was glad she didn't have to sweep or vacuum any of the floors. Ugh. "You doing anything special for the holidays?" She had moved over to grab a glittering snowflake and handed it (as well as a tack to hang it with) up to him.

"I'd keep you safe," he promised with a wink. He grasped the flake and put the tack between his lips, then moved back upward. He angled his head slightly as he worked after Jubilee asked of his plans for the holidays. "I'm going to be at Xavier's this year. Jamie said he was busy with work, and Betsy's off on a tour for some god-awful designer." He wouldn't know their name if it had been implanted in his memory. Really horrible stuff, from that one. "What about you, little star?" He moved back downward again, "Going to be passing out gifts under this behemoth?"

She smiled at him and handed yet another decoration. When he said he was staying at Xavier's Jubilee beamed. What an unexpected treat. He usually wasn't around for the holidays which was a shame because he was a riot most of the time. Her eyes traveled to Britannic's backside as he turned to put up the item. Wow. Her eyes shifted to his face and she smiled when he turned back and questioned her. "Oh, yeah." she laughed. The younger children (and some older) got so excited during present giving time. "I've even got a special hat for it. Lights up and everything. You can help me pass out gifts if you want. I'll let you wear the hat."

"Oh, I'm sure everyone would enjoy that. Giant-sized English Santa and his sparkly little elf." He stuck his tongue out at her and finally let his feet touch back down on the ground. "I'm glad we all have each other here, you know? It's like having a real family again." Time spent at Braddock Manor could not be replaced, however. He cleared his throat and tousled Jubes' hair so that some of the glitter fell out. He laughed, then ran his thumb over the tip of her nose, resulting in a smudge of sparkles. "Pete is going to be ruddy ticked when he gets out of the shower with shiny toes tomorrow morning." He grinned and bent to root through one of the boxes himself. Something less glittery was in order. A nice garland... some red ribbons. Yeah. Something for the fireplace in the sitting room. He set it aside and kept digging.

The Chinese girl smiled at the mental picture of a seven foot blond Santa, but it lessened a bit when he mentioned feeling like family. Her parents had always gone all out for Christmas, though when the day came, her father usually got called into work. When they passed it was always comforting to know there were loved ones close by even if they weren't related by blood. Jubilee closed her eyes when Brian ruffled her hair. "He might like it." Didn't artists like pretty things? She watched him search for a moment before she crouched down next to him to stick her head in the box too. "What's next?"

"Informal sitting room," Brian answered, distractedly. He chuckled afterwards, though, at the thought of Pete enjoying shimmery feet. Jubes was a gem. He raised up and had the garland in tow. "I'm afraid if we touch the formal sitting room, we'll be vacuuming our leftovers out of the Persian rug until tomorrow." The Professor might have a fit. Or Scott, at least. He pushed himself back up to stand and slung the garland around his neck life a scarf, "Grab them bows!" he hollered in a Southern accent, then made like lightning for the hallway. Well, she certainly brought out the kid in him...

OCTOBER, 2003 - AGES 15 & 22

At the risk of having Cyclops driven mad by tutoring Jubilee on the rules of the road, Brian decided to jump on the grenade and take one for the team. After all, he and Jubes had become close (and all the more wacky together as their relationship grew more deep), and he wanted to make the most of his time with her when he wasn't at university. It always cheered him up. So, he gave her a verbal crash course to mentally prepare her and they headed to the garage. "We'll go automatic, eh?" he gestured for the super-small sedan on the opposite side of one of the Hummers. He tossed the keys her way and then activated the mammoth garage door so they could get to the driveway. It was plenty long enough to help her through the basics.

Driving. Every teen's dream. Jubilee was no different. She couldn't wait to get behind the wheel (and the fact that Brian was coaching her was even better). Cyclops could be so uptight sometimes. She had been listening to the info he was giving, but her eyes (and mind) kept wandering to his butt on occasion. Her height had something to do with that, though, so it wasn't all in the gutter. "Yeah, automatic is good." she responded as she caught the keys. Stick shift was more complicated and she didn't want to waste time learning to shift gears when she could just press the gas to make the car go faster. She looked at the little car he'd picked out. "You gonna be able to fit in there?" she gave him a teasing grin. "You should let me drive the Hummer. It'd be more practical, don't you think? And it would give you more leg room."

"Ah-hahahaha," he replied dryly. "I'll fit, petite étoile. You worry about mirrors and the other things I mentioned." Brian moved to the car's side and opened the door, then leaned his torso in to locate the seat-adjustment lever. There we go. It eased back slowly via motor, and he kept his eyes sharp as he watched Jubilee prepare for take off. Mirrors. Seat belt. Steering wheel. Seat at a comfortable distance from the wheel. Feet close enough to reach both pedals fully. "No radio yet, by the way," he added. It wasn't going to be a long drive, after all, and she needed to concentrate. Xavier's drive was half a mile coming and going, that was plenty room for a beginning. "But all the cars in the garage have satellite, so when we can start listening, well, it's my stories or nothing." He smirked, which morphed into a grin and patted Jubes' knee.

Damn. She couldn't even sneak the Hummer out if she wanted to, either (but then again, you couldn't really sneak anything out of the garage without someone noticing). She slid in the driver's side and began adjusting things to suit her. Aww, no radio either? Double damn. Jubilee gave Brian a slightly annoyed look before she turned her face back to fiddle with the side mirrors. She let out a snort at his "stories". Sometimes Brian sounded like an old lady, and the accent made it even better. When his hand touched her knee her breath hitched a little. Hmm. That was weird. She cleared her throat quietly and motioned for him to get in the car (she almost did the get in the car head motion). "Get in, get in." she said rapidly and she grinned when he finally climbed in beside her. Jubilee's hand had moved to the keys (after Brian was belted in) and she started the engine to the badass (no, not really) sedan. "Here we go." she moved forward (a little faster than intended), but they made it out of the garage safely. Points for her. "What's a good speed for the driveway? Thirty?"

Oh, she was an impatient one. He smirked at her gusto, then let it turn up into an all-out smile once they survived the treacherous portal that was the garage door. Doom! But no, they'd arrived safely on the other side, with only the driveway left to traverse. "Thirty?" Hmm. Depended on who was driving, really. Troy took the driveway at 49, and Scott took it at 15. "Yes, I guess so, then." He said aloud, as if she'd been included in his mental conversation with himself. He sat with one hand dangling from the arm rest that was between them, the other holding lightly to the handle of his door. He wanted to appear as relaxed as possible, but still attentive. "You're doing great so far. When we get to the road," he smirked again, "I want you to back up until we reach the garage again. If you don't kill the grass, maybe we can go down the road and stop for something to drink." Lord knew a drive-thru was the scariest of hurdles for a driver-in-training. Maybe they'd just park and go in.

Jubilee's gaze was on the path before her, so she just nodded when he said thirty was good. She pressed down on the pedal, getting it up there. This driving thing was a piece of cake. It was like coloring. Stay in between the lines and you're fine. When Brian spoke again, Jubilee slowed a little. "What? Are you serious?" That wasn't fair. "What if I hit the fountain?" They were almost to the gate now. If only it was open. Then she could have gone out of it right then. And they were there. Hell. She put the car in reverse, but kept her foot on the brake while she turned in her seat to look behind her. Her eyes rested on Brian for a moment. He could be such a butt face sometimes.

"Mmhmm." Brian interjected between her questions. He was quite serious. But it wasn't as though she'd go without reward. Maybe he could throw some french fries into the deal. "You're doing well, you won't hit the fountain, dear." He was laughing near the end of his sentence. The little evasive snot. "And if you do, it might be an improvement." He wasn't fond of the piece, himself. But he wouldn't ever intentionally damage Xavier's property. So. "You're fine." His hand returned to her knee to give it a pat as she turned around to look behind them as they headed back to the garage. Unable to help himself, he gave the knee a firm, tickling squeeze - the one she was using on the brake that she apparently intended to ride all the way to the top of the drive. The Brit grinned brightly in anticipation, and his right hand clamped down a little harder on the handle of the door (just in case).

No use putting it off any longer. Jubilee shot him a look when he squeezed her knee. "You're not supposed to distract the driver." He was right, though. That fountain was ugly. She took her foot off the brake, slowly easing the car back. After a bit, she pressed her foot on the gas, shooting them backwards. She jerked the wheel to the left, heading towards the god-awful fountain. About ten feet from it, she stomped the brake. "Whoops, my bad."

MARCH, 2006 - AGES 18 & 24

Everything had taken place within two days, but it felt like forever. Not knowing what was going to happen. Whether you were going to live or die. And after your rescue someone you'd known for years sacrifices her life to save yours. It was a lot to absorb. Jubilee was in Brian's room (she didn't want to be in her room),but she didn't feel comfortable there like she usually did. The mansion was no longer the secure place she'd always thought it was. She didn't feel safe here. She sat on his bed, arms wrapped around her legs, her head on her knees as she stared with unfocused eyes at the wall. No, not safe at all. She wanted to be near Brian, but as the only doctor (now), he was busy with his duties. Jean was dead. Oh God.

The massive blow that had been dealt to the entire population of Xavier's and their extended family fell doubly hard on Britannic - or so he felt. He had been buried in cases of hypothermia and frostbite and colds... All of the 'children' who had been taken were suffering from the mistreatment of Stryker's men. Brian was ready to return to the lake and spit in it out of spite. He knew most (if not all) of the bloody bastards were dead. But Jean had been taken with them. She was gone... his mentor, his friend... his co-worker. He needed another doctor around, desperately. Beast wasn't available... The events involving Xavier and his elder students had resulted in a landslide of work and damage control for his other fellow doctor. Finally, a puffy-faced Storm came to relieve him for a bit in watching over his last few patients. Most of them were in their rooms, recovering from their bumps, bruises and loss. He knew one in particular was troubled, the young woman who had played mother to the younger students who had been taken right along with her. Something in his gut told him to bypass her room and head straight for his own. When he finally set eyes on her, he was a bit relieved to see she wasn't crying. It broke his heart to see her cry. But seeing her so dejected - lost, it made him want to cry. He stepped forward and shut the door behind him, ironically feeling as though he might be disrupting her mourning (in his own room). He didn't mind. He wanted Jubilee to feel as comfortable (and comforted) as possible. "Hey there, little star," he spoke softly as he stepped across the carpeted floor to his bedside. His head lowered down so that he could see in her face better, and he bit lightly on his lower lip with anticipation and concern. "Chin up," he told her, meaning literally. He wanted to see those brown eyes.

Jubilee saw Brian enter out of the corner of her eye. The numbness she had been feeling (or unfeeling?) subsided a bit, but was replaced by a tightness in her chest (that wasn't caused by the cold she'd contracted). When he used her pet name, the warmness she was feeling grew. Her eyes raised to his. "Hey." He looked so tired (as well he should), but she supposed she did as well. She smiled at him, but it probably wasn't a very pretty one. She shifted herself so she was sitting upright, then hopped off the bed. She took the two or three steps towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself to him in a tight hug. She wasn't the only one experiencing the bad things that had happened. "I love you." Hell. The tears had started. She'd had to stay strong for the younger ones while they had been in captivity. It made her feel a bit better though, not having them trapped inside her anymore.

"I love you," his arms trapped Jubilee against his chest and abdomen, but Brian knew he couldn't have pried her off had he tried. He didn't want to pry her off. His hands held to her arms and grasped them lightly, squeezing them now and again while he held her. "You're so brave," his voice cracked, "I would have saved you if I could have." He felt he needed to say it a dozen more times. He'd been studying at NYU at the time, and wasn't alerted until the following morning. He had come to stay with Piotr and the other older X-Men, helping to watch over the remaining students and doing damage control with parents. Things had gotten much too far out of hand. But now everyone was on the mend. It was time to take a deep breath and figure out where everyone stood, now that the dust was settling. He was so very thankful that no harm had come to the girl in his arms. She was one of his very best friends and had been there for him on many levels for years. "We're all right now, hmm?" he bent and kissed the crown of her head and then adjusted his arms to scoop her up. He moved to his bed and sat, feeling stiff and worn out. Jubilation wound up in his lap and he kissed her cheek tenderly where a tear was running down.

She relaxed against him as they held each other. "I know you would have." she said softly, her own voice wavering at his tone. Jubilee understood that he couldn't have saved her. But she didn't think she was brave; she'd done what she had to. Without he and Piotr's help, the school might not have been functioning when they returned. She was glad Storm and Jean (and the Professor) had Nightcrawler with them to get them out of that cell (and of course Jean for what she did). Jubilee's face rubbed against his shirt as she nodded her head in response to his question. "Mmhmm." she mumbled and smiled a little as he kissed her head. She was glad that Brian hadn't been involved in any of the fighting (he might have gotten hurt or worse), though he would have been a great help in that area. She leaned against him when he lifted her, then rested comfortably in his lap. Jubilee felt the safest she had in what seemed like an eternity. Her eyes closed when his lips met her tear stained cheek. Jubes tilted her head, lifting her mouth to his just as tenderly as he'd kissed her cheek.

His heart felt so full, now. It was almost difficult to contain all of the emotions that were filling him up. Jubilee was a perfect outlet. It felt as though they both needed a little release. So, when she kissed him, he returned it with fervor - gently at first, then more passionately. Still, he didn't want to suffocate her. Brian raised his head so that only the tips of their noses touched, then he adjusted her so she wasn't as cradled - she was sitting more upright. "I missed you." He smiled, finally. His head dipped again and he took hold of her jaw gently, not giving her a chance to respond. Their lips collided once more. He coaxed hers apart so he could kiss her more deeply, feeling that that would be the trick in doing away with all their excess feelings. To some extent, it gave the Brit more feelings.

The feelings of loss and remorse Jubilee had been experiencing shifted into very different ones when they kissed. He broke the kiss then, and sat her up. That was all right with her. Jubilee's hands moved up and into his hair where she ran her fingers through his blond curls. His smile gave her butterflies sometimes. She sucked in her breath to respond, but her chin was in his hand and he was kissing her again. That worked for her. In the back of her mind she hoped she didn't pass her cold to him, but the way he kept on kissing her indicated that he probably didn't mind.

Mmm. Mm. M. Brian's brain began to shut down and his body was taking over. Good. He pulled Jubilee's face closer to his and angled so that their faces aligned to further deepen their kiss. He shifted his legs so that he could lay back, but was still supporting Jubilee. They both lifted briefly before settling in at the head of his bed and he leaned back into the mound of pillows that rested there. Their lips parted, only just then. "I'm going to keep you in my bed," and safe. "And if you're not in my bed, you'll just have to be in my pocket." It wasn't entirely impossible. He grinned widely at the thought and watched her dark eyes for a sign that her mood had improved. It had. So had his. This was one of the reasons he loved Miss Lee so dearly. They were good for each other.

DECEMEBER, 2006 - AGES 19 & 25

It wasn't as if they didn't have anything better to do with their time. It was just something they both found enjoyable. Over-priced coffee. Over-stuffed loveseat. Over-dressed patrons. Yes, Starbucks was the premiere place to people watch. Brian had ordered his and Jubilee's drinks and was headed back to the super-small couch she'd snagged when he nearly bumped into one of the baristas that was returning to her station. "Sorry, love." He muttered what raising the drinks to prevent from spilling either and burning her.

"It's okay," she grinned, breathlessly.

He wasn't sure the surprise of nearly being knocked over had her sounding aghast, or if it was his appearance. Either way, he gave a polite smile and then shifted his eyes to Jubilee, who was watching his approach. He sighed. The woman who'd nearly run him over had dyed black hair and a nose ring. Cute... He fought rolling his eyes and when he finally settled back next to his lovely snow-bunny, he gave a huff. "She's probably still dizzy from getting some bad tattoo." He remarked, snarkishly as he handed the Asian her drink. They were both still bundled up, but Brian began stripping himself of his scarf and gloves, then coat.

Jubilee watched as Brian tried not to spill their drinks over the gothstitute who was giving him googly eyes. She almost wished he would have, but then he would have turned into Mr.-Save-the-day-doctor, and they didn't need that. That girl would have been his for life. No way was Jubilee letting that happen. When Brian made it safely to her, she gave him a smile (because he'd made it safely and because of his comment). "I think so, too." she agreed as she removed her coat. She glanced over at one of the couples across the room from them (also occupying a small couch). "Look at that guy's shoes." she pointed to the man. They were a combination of puke yellow and mauve. Horrendous.

Brian smirked fondly at Jubilee as she agreed and then nabbed all of their wintery wear and set it aside on a small table next to the couch. His coat covered the thing and gave it a glove-topped mountainous look. Jubilee's hat didn't hurt. As he leaned forward to begin stirring his drink, he cast his blue eyes upward and across the way. Oh, dear Lord in heaven. "Fortunately for Eva, those colors didn't end up in her tresses." Oooh, those were some bad shoes. "We mightn't be so critical, love. I think he may be blind." Britannic's finger flipped discreetly upward at the man's shirt as he revealed it by removing his (brown) jacket. It was neither puke yellow or mauve, but forest green with pearl-snap buttons. His eyes shifted snarkishly away as he raised his cup to take a piping hot sip of cappuccino.

Jubilee nodded in agreement about Eva's hair. Her hair was very bright, but at least the woman knew how to dress in colors that didn't clash with it. She took a sip of her chai latte as her eyes glanced over at the man again. Her eyes widened at the sight of the shirt and she snorted a laugh into her drink. Pearl snaps weren't a bad thing, but they only usually worked on a person who was dressed in a Western motif or a person who was participating in a horse show. That man didn't look like he'd set foot on a farm in his life. Jubilee was a city person herself, but she didn't go around acting like a cowgirl. "He might be. But I think he thinks it makes him look attractive." The woman he was with wasn't his wife (no rings), so maybe they were only dating. "He's going to have to dress better if he wants her to st...Oh no." The woman had just removed her coat. The dress she wore was an olive colored tweed. It wouldn't have been bad had the woman the right skin tone, but of course, she didn't. "I think they were made for one another." she grinned at him. "I'll bet those are the worst we'll see all day. What do you think, Bri-Bri?"

When Jubilee's train of thought derailed, Brian glanced up quickly to see what the matter was. He saw straight away. It was in the form of a tweed dress. Who the bloody hell wore tweed dresses, anyhow? He didn't care for tweed. It looked busy - texturally. "Fashionably speaking, you're probably right." He agreed, then leaned back in the couch, feeling they'd accomplished a feat by finding those two gems. His drink was in his left hand that was now farthest from his face, arm strung along the back of the couch behind Jubilee. When he needed a drink, he simply swung the arm over her head. He did so before speaking again. "If there was a 'style hell', I do believe Hitler would have our current view."

"Mmhmm." Jubilee hummed in agreement, moving herself closer to Brian as he settled back into the couch. They had such comfortable furniture there. She could sleep were it not for the drink in her hand. It tasted nice and there was no way she was wasting it. She took a sip and glanced over at the couple again when Brian spoke once more. "He so would." she laughed. But he'd deserve it too. "I'm sure they'd put him in that same sort of dress." she gestured to the tweed woman. She glanced over at the counter (cinnamon rolls sounded awesome). Jubilee rolled her eyes when she caught the nose-ring woman looking over at them (more precisely, Brian). "I think our goth friend has a thing for you." her tone was sarcastic, but not bitterly so.

The barista whom Brian had nearly chest-bumped to the floor was indeed staring. He caught the last fleeting seconds of her glance and she looked away, having noticed that Jubilation was giving her the stink-eye (whether Jubilee was aware of it or not). Brian smirked, and he gave the gal a wink, whether or not she'd see it. "I hope she's not the only one." He placed his cup on the table beside him, turned back to Jubilee and stuck his tongue out deliberately. He kept it there as he spoke his next, muttered words, "Maybe I can change her mind," his eyes went crossed and he angled his head so his glasses slid down his nose some, then he scooted closer to Jubilee, fingers twisting and grabbing as he began tickling her. His tongue (which was still protruding from his lips) came dangerously close to her nose as he put on a full-scale attack. Now who were people going to be staring at? Certainly not Tweedy and Puke-Shoes.

Jubilee's mouth opened to ask what Brian meant by 'I hope she's not the only one.', but when she turned her head towards him and saw that mischievous look in his eye. Uh-oh. What was he going to do? She gave him a questioning look when he mumbled, but when he screwed up his features and came towards her she squeaked and tried to move out of the way of his hands that were almost to her. Her pleas of protest went ignored as Brian still moved closer, tongue extended. "No!" she squeaked as he reached her face. His hands had began to tickle her mercilessly and she couldn't help but burst out laughing (rather loudly). As Jubilee squirmed under his tickling fingers, she glanced over to the girl at the counter, who was now giving them a dark look of annoyance. It only made her laugh all the harder.

SEPTEMBER, 2007 - AGES 20 & 26
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