Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-29 19:01:00 |
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Hanging Out
Who: Iris and Pat
Where: Pat and Patience's Place
When: Saturday Night, 3/27
Iris hopped out of her car and walked up to Pat's door. There really wasn't much behind this visit other than a social call, as her mother would say. Of course, some thoughts were endlessly swirling through her brain right now. Skylar was pregnant, and so was Patience. Maybe Iris was just a *little* bit jealous of everyone having kids? Maybe. At least she wasn't older than both girls. Her and Skylar were actually the same age, but Patience was about nineteen and already having a kid. So, maybe Iris felt a little behind her friends. Then again, she'd NEVER bring this up to Gwen. Not that she wanted to rush things with Jeremy or anything. He had finally proposed to her! She was more than happy enough with that development. Maybe just her internal motherly clock was kicking in or something. Either way, didn't' matter right now. Just what was going through her head. She brushed a piece of hair out of her face and rang the doorbell.
Patience was out with Gwen, which amused Pat greatly. Seriously: the combination of two of the most tactless women he knew, his credit card, and a store full of maternity clothes could only equal complete hilarity. Plus? Hey, maybe they'd make out and Patience would have awesome stories to share. Anyway. He was alone for right now, lounging on the sofa and watching some clips of various bands the label had sent him, to try helping to pick an opening band or two for their first international tour.
He hopped up when he heard the doorbell, and opened the door with a grin after checking the peephole. "Well now... to what do I owe THIS unexpected surprise?
"Mostly boredom," Iris admitted, standing on his doorstep. Unlike some people, she didn't come in unless there was some sort of permission, whether verbal, which you rarely got among these people, or someone stepping back and allowing you to try to cross the threshold. "Patience out with Gwen or something at the moment?" Her car wasn't in the driveway.
"I sent her out with Gwen to get maternity clothes. Don't worry, any great stories that come of it will be shared with you immediately." He replied, snickering a little. "Anything I can do for ya? C'mon in..." He stepped aside, motioning for her to join him.
She walked inside. "Only hang out with me for a little while. I felt the need to come and visit." She couldn't help but laugh at the idea of Patience and Gwen out shopping for maternity clothes. "Don't be surprised if the owner of some store calls you and demands that you come and retrieve her wife and her friend."
"Oh god... do you really think it could get that bad?" He asked with hilarious excitement in his voice. "That would be amazing! And of course I'll hang out with you. Best friends, remember?"
"Yeah, I know," she said. "And yeah, it *could* get that bad. Depends on how their moods have turned since they left."
"The thought of that actually makes me want to jump up and down like a little girl." He admitted, snorting under his breath. "And how's my favorite spaz been? Things going good in Irisville?" He asked, plopping back down into the chair and gesturing for her join him.
She sat down on the sofa. "Things have been going well." She lifted up her left hand to show him the ring. "Jeremy proposed!" She was pretty damn giddy over that.
"About damn time he realized what he had there." He smiled at her, looking guilty again, like he still did EVERY time he thought of it. "Good to see he's not as stupid as I was."
She simply shrugged at that. What could she say that hadn't been said over and over again at this point? "Well, we both seem to have found the people we were meant to be with at this point, so that's what matters, right?"
"Hey. I know that...." He shrugged, reaching down and grabbing his can of beer. "I can still feel bad for breaking your heart, can't I? I still say how I handled that all was easily the lowest I've ever gone. Want one?" He asked, pointing to the can.
"Sure," she said about the beer. "And as for that, yeah, you broke my heart, and yeah, it was pretty low, but I've forgiven you for it." Besides, men, at the end of the day, no matter how good they were, could be tempted, unfortunately. Women should be better than that, though. Just Iris's opinion. Maybe *that* was why she had never quite forgiven Skylar.
"Well... when you guys decide to have kids, if you have any trouble, let me know. Clearly, I have no troubles in that department, and while it'd be hard, hard work, I could probably manage to give you a hand there..." Hey... he was just having fun being flirty. Patience did it too, damn it!
She laughed and swatted at him. "You might be in trouble if Jeremy finds out you said that," she said to him playfully. "But yeah, we ALL know that you have no trouble impregnating anyone."
"I'm like The Sperminator or something. 'He absolutely WILL not stop until you are pregnant!'.... heh." He blurted out as he hopped up, walking to the mini-fridge and yanking a can of beer out, tossing it over to her.
She caught the beer with both hands and popped open the top, catching some of the overflow in her mouth before taking a real swallow. Girl was from Texas. She KNEW how to drink beer. She started laughing when he called himself the Sperminator. "You know, I that Arnold Schwarzenegger had all rights to that name," she said, laughing.
"Please. Ten bucks says I can knock someone up three times faster than he could. That alone gives me the rights." Or not, but hey. He liked making her laugh. Always did, actually. He still found her laugh to be one of the cutest damn things EVER.
She just kept laughing, sipping at her beer in between. "I dare you to go and say that to his face then," she joked.
"You just want me to get my ass kicked. I can FEEL it. I'm totally onto you, girl..." He said with a little mock glare. "I go, make my comment, get punched in the head, and YOU get to laugh devilishly."
"Yeah, I would laugh, but it's not my ultimate goal or anything like that," Iris said to him. "Besides, you'd get hit by a body guard way before you actually got to him."
"...I hate it when your rational nature ruins a good joke." He laughed, finishing off his beer. "So, word has it your BFF finally moved out here... that's gotta thrill you..." He said with a smile, knowing that while Iris had grown to love hanging with Patience and Gwen, India was, to quote Jay & Silent Bob, her Hetero Lifemate.
"God I'm so relieved that she actually came out here," Iris said. She couldn't help it. As close as she had gotten to Patience and Gwen, she had missed India terribly. India definitely was her Hetero Lifemate and such. "It's good to have her close by again."
"So... can I tell you something? Between us? I can't tell Patience about this, because I don't wanna upset her right now, and Gwen, well... she's probably had the same thought as me and neither of us wants to vocalize it." He wasn't making much sense, and he knew it... but he needed to talk to someone.
Iris blinked. "OK, go ahead and tell me." She was still sort of trying to translate what he had said.
He took a deep breath, popping open another can to help calm him a little. "I've been sort of depressed. I heard, recently... about a group of kids. From some, I dunno... future timeline. They came here somehow, and... all I could do was get excited and wonder if somehow, since it was a different timeline or whatever... that maybe my Ami was with them. That I'd have that chance to tell her why I never got close to her when she was here. But she wasn't. And it's like I'm dealing with it all over again."
She sighed and patted him on the shoulder. Strangely, the idea that kids had come from a future timeline didn't really phase her at all. Not in the world THEY lived in. "Ami is probably still out there somewhere, but not in THAT timeline they came from, it seems. You can't look at hope that she'll come in from the future again, though, even if we have others popping in."
"I know... seriously. I just, other than what I did to you, that's my other biggest regret. And unlike with you... I can't fix this." Strange, the fact that he had a daughter only a few years younger than himself walking around... but still, to never TRULY try to give her the father he KNEW she had to be missing? He still hated himself for it.
"Pat, I'm sorry that you can't go back at be what Ami needed at the time. All we can do now is hope that, maybe, she actually was able to go back to her own time and be happy there," Iris said. "I'm sure that she knew you cared about her, though."
Pat reached over and squeezed her hand lightly, grateful to have a friend who would listen to his crap. "Thanks, Iris. Like I said... for obvious reasons... I can't really burden Patience OR Gwen with this, and Jack wouldn't really understand." He winced then, at the next thought, which was almost comical. "And I can't go to Meredith, because god help me, I think she SLEPT with her."
The last part only caused Iris to laugh again. She couldn't help it. "So, like father, like daughter, pretty much," she said after she caught her breath again. "Well, at least we know that some things will probably never really change."
"I hate to say this, but... to a degree? Meredith makes Jack look virtuous by comparison." He said with all love. He wasn't insulting the girl... hell, Mere would likely agree. "Jack's convinced she's still totally hung up on Patience's brother."
"That's because she is," Iris pointed out. Women could easily tell about those sorts of things. "But he's with Lucy now so there's really not much she can do about it." If only they knew, huh?
"True. And Lucy..." He snickered, shaking his head, "Gorgeous little thing, but I suspect it takes a special kind of person to be able to deal with that much peppiness all the time."
"Like you couldn't use a little peppiness in your life," Iris joked. "Sure, she might be a little much, but you could stand to have a little more yourself."
"I'm a perfectly upbeat guy, thank you!" He laughed as he playfully swatted her on the shoulder. "Just because I'm not revved up on sugar 24/7 doesn't make me any less optimistic, thanks." And then... cuz face it, sometimes? He couldn't help but still find it funny... "Would you believe I had a girl come up to me at Avarice last week with one of those stupid Team Morrison shirts, saying I owed her an autograph? AFTER ALL THIS TIME!"
Oh yeah, Iris cracked up big time at that. "Hey, you SAID you'd honor them," she told him. "I hope you at least gave her a damn autograph."
"Of course I did. Sadly, she didn't want it in anywhere inappropriate. I feel that Skylar might just hold that one against Patience until her dying day, really." Not that he could blame her.... he actually felt BAD that he found the whole thing so hilarious.
"Yeah well, I hold it against her that she fucked my husband," Iris said bluntly. "We just wore t-shirts and passed them around. Ben threatened to KILL us if we did it again, but I still say she got the far better end of the deal on that one."
Technically? PAT got the better end, as hey. He got to sex up more hot chicks that way. Not that he'd ever say it out loud. "Hey. I find it hilarious. And has anyone ever told you it's actually kinda hot when you let the claws out like that?" Ok, so he was trying to lighten the mood, make her smile. Didn't make it less true though.
Thing was, Iris wasn't mad right now. It just showed that, while she technically worried for Skylar's welfare for the behalf of others, and while she could technically force herself to be civil to the woman, if need be, there was probably NEVER going to be a full reconciliation there. "I've heard that a time or two," she said with a smirk.
"Heh. I'm sure you have. C'mon. Have another beer and calm down, Champ." He laughed, sitting back. He'd missed this, just spending time with his first real Best Friend.