Log: Cyclops and Skids Who; Scott Summers and Sally Blevins When; June 23rd, afternoon (ever so sliiiightly backdated) Where; The garage What; Sally's heading out, Scooter's waxing his car, so they decide to head off in Scott's car to buy condoms and other miscellaneous items before going out to dinner. Not that they specify condoms, but ... they'll need them.
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Sally wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. If she was supposed to go talk to John or Scott or neither. And, instead, she’d ended up screaming at and snarking at John and acting like a stupid teenager to Scott. Wonderful.
She almost wanted to avoid getting her car out of the garage, worried that Scott would be there and that she wouldn’t know what to say or do. How was she supposed to react? He was almost acting like nothing had happened which… it was very possible that, to him, nothing really earth-shattering had. But, of course, to Sally, her entire world was topsy turvy thanks to two guys. Goddammit. And she’d sworn after Rusty that she was done with the entire guy drama.
But she needed things from the drugstore and she didn’t really want to hand a list over to anyone at the school. And it was too hot out to walk. So she was going to have to risk the garage…
And, of course, Scott was there.
Sally rubbed at the back of her neck, practically stabbing herself in the jugular with her keys. “Hey, Scott…”
Scott wasn't the type to kiss and tell. Maybe that was a good thing. As it was, he hardly planned on that being the last time he ever kissed Sally. Or did anything with Sally, really. He was just a little standoffish by nature.
So it was less awkward for him than for her when she showed up. He spent a lot of time -- more time -- in the garage, now that he was practically exiled from his office. He was waxing the hood of his Mustang; it was an old car, but it still ran. It wasn't the one he nearly drove off a cliff, though. Thank God.
Looking up, he actually pulled a bit of a smile. "Hey, Sally. Looking for something?"
The smile was encouraging, and it made that slightly startled, deer-in-the-headlights expression on her face fade a bit. The corners of her mouth quirked up in response to Scott’s own small smile. She still didn’t feel entirely at ease, not sure if Scott was being polite for the sake of living in the same home as her or if the smile was genuine, but it was better than him blowing her off.
But, then again, it wasn’t like she took Scott Summers for the type of guy who’d completely blow a girl off. Of course, she did have a highly elevated opinion of him.
“No. I was just coming to get my car.” She gave the one he was waxing a once over. Honestly, Sally knew diddly about cars. She liked that hers had heated seats (or, at least she liked that in the winter) and that it ran and was comfortable. Other than that… cars were just a way to get around. It wasn’t like she’d ever waxed hers. “Are you… busy? I can get out of here if you’re in the middle of something.”
Scott wasn't the kind of guy to completely blow a girl off. He was the kind of guy who ... irresponsibly rebounded and hopped into bed. That was probably worse. A lot worse.
"Busy? No. I'm anything but busy." He just loved his car. A lot. It was the first one he'd ever owned, well over ten years old, and he was proud that it still ran beautifully. "You can hang around if you want." Like he'd prefer it if she did.
It was so much worse, but Sally wasn’t aware of it. And, at least for now, what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her… for now.
“If you don’t mind,” she said, brightening up a little, and hopping up onto the hood of a nearby car, careful not to scuff it, like she was worried that Scott was going to yell at her to get down or something. “I figure my errands can wait. They’re not really all that important.”
"No, I don't mind. What were you running out for?" He wasn't quite done with the hood of his car, but it sounded almost like he'd offer to take her himself -- so long as it wasn't drug dealing or something.
Oh. Oh, shit. She’d mentioned errands. What was she supposed to say? That she’d been going out for tampons, shampoo and, finally, condoms, just in case she decided to have sex with… someone.
Sally shrugged vaguely. “Just going to the nearest CVS. Nothing special. Nothing fun. No karaoke or tequila shots,” she added, the corner of her mouth quirking up.
"Ha." Cute. Very cute. Scott's smile went a little wry. "I was going to head out today, anyway." Not for anything special. Not for anything fun. Socks, aftershave ... condoms, in case he actually had sex with anyone. Those things have an expiration date, you know.
"I could drive you, if you wanted."
“Really?” Okay, that could work. Maybe she could manage to be wily about some of the stuff she was buying. Or just buy things that weren’t going to embarrass the hell out of her and go back another time. “Sure. Do you want to take…” She gestured to the car he’d been waxing.
"Why not? I'm almost done." Really, he was at the tail end of it, and it's only another minute before he's putting everything away. And then:
"Come here for a second, will you?"
Sally hesitated for a second, like she thought she was in trouble, then slid off the hood of the car (a lot easier to do when she could flip on her forcefield and literally slide right off the hood before flipping it back off).
Giving him an almost nervous smile, she moved closer to him, trying to appear at least somewhat interested in the waxing job he was doing.
He definitely didn't call her over to critique his waxing job. Scott called her over so he could catch her by the back of the neck and kiss her full on the mouth. To assure her he didn't forget about the other day or anything. When he was good and done, he pulled back to put the wax back where it belonged.
Well, Sally didn’t know that. And the startled look on her face once he kissed her was probably priceless --- though that didn’t stop her from kissing him back and then, once he went to put away the wax, try to nonchalantly lean up against the car.
…Which, of course, in her startled, somewhat bliss-driven state, ended with her forcefield going up automatically and her slipping and stumbling and having to regain her balance. Sally made an embarrassed coughing sound and regained her footing and then, also in an attempt at nonchalance, said, “You just can’t take me anywhere.”
Sally made Scott a little nervous, constantly stumbling like that, but at least she could take care of herself. This time, he let himself laugh at it, even while he reached over to touch her arm, just to make sure she was sure on her feet again.
"You sure you can handle a convenience store?"
Sally went bright red, eyes trained on where he was touching her arm. Oh, holy cow. Do not trip again, Sally Blevins, she told herself sternly. Or else he might really think you’re not fit to be seen in public with.
And she hardly wanted to pass up this chance.
“Tripped. Um. Rag. Or… wrench… thing… on the floor. I can handle the convenience store.” She hoped.
...All right. He'd buy that. Or pretend to, either way. And then: "Have you eaten yet?" Scott still had trouble just ... eating with other people. Eating alone was such a habit that being in a huge room with most of the school was unnerving. He'd been planning on picking up dinner while he was out, anyway.
“What?” Dinner? Double holy cow. Sign her up. “No---” And that came out half like a squeak. “No, I haven’t had dinner yet. I figured I’d throw a Hot Pocket in the microwave or something when I got back. But if you haven’t eaten… maybe…?” Because, what if she was wrong and he wasn’t suggesting that they get something to eat together and was instead warning her to grab something before they set out.
"I was going to grab something while I was out. I'm driving, so I figured you could just ... come with me...?" It wasn't exactly a date. Just 'oh, hey, shopping and food?' Was that the same thing? Maybe it wasn't. Who cared.
Well, Sally cared. But she’d still take it. “Yeah, sure, okay. I’m sort of hungry anyway.” She wasn’t really, not when her stomach was all flip-flopping. “So we can… pick something up? Or stop and eat?” Was that going to far? Suggesting they stop somewhere, sit down and eat. At least she didn’t suggest candlelight and a game of footsie.
Food was food was food. At least if Sally was with him, he'd have a witness. Not that he thought Hank was going to lord over him about it or anything. "We can stop and eat if you want." He didn't mind. Not at all.
Actually, even more than a candlelight dinner, Sally could think of a few recreational activities she’d like to take part in with Scott. But she wasn’t going to say that. Even the brief thought of it made her blush more furiously and she had to cough lightly.
“If it’s okay with you. I don’t want to inconvenience you. But it’s been awhile since I’ve been out to dinner,” she said, trying to smile instead of looking shellshocked.
"Me, too." Scott moved, opening the passenger door. Like a gentleman, who'd have thought? "You're not an inconvenience." Far from it.
Sally practically hopped into the car, lighting up at the admission. “Well, I’d hop not. Who else is going to take you out, get you drunk, and bring you to sing karaoke?”
"That karaoke thing is never happening again," he said firmly, sliding into the driver's seat. "But the drinking is an option. Maybe. Maybe."
Sally glanced over at Scott with a grin. “Maybe, huh? That’s sounds like a big old ‘yes, Sally, please take me out drinking again. I’d love to go!’” Sure it did. Or at least she could think it did.